Different

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(Storm's POV)

Wow she thinks of me as an equal and not a prince that means more then anyone else. I guess she is kinda different from the other girls.

"I will not just sit down and praise him like he controls whether I live or die. No,I choose they I want to do, not what people tell me to do. So yes, I will fight." Nashi explained with determination

She really only sees me as a human not a prince but human.

"Storm what do you think about this?" My dear mother asked

"Umm...... Yes I will fight her in battle. When shall it be?" I wondered

"How about tomorrow during my training?" The pink hair Nashi asked

"Yes that is perfect!" My dad said with sure determination.

"Well since we have that figured out. We will need you to be prepared during the ball tomorrow night. Where youll be having a masquerade ball with many different colors and people. You will all have to blend in with the crowd. And at one point, there will be princesses willing to dance with my son so he can find a princess to marry." My mother said with what looked like a disappointing grin on her face

" does it have to be prencess because, I was wondering, does he have to marry princesses or can he marry who he wants? " Nova said with a smile on her face like she had a plan.

"I guess not as long as he fines a decent wife to help him rule the kingdom." My father said

"Yessssssss!!!!!!!!!" Nova screamed as she got the answer I guess she wanted

I wonder why that was so important to her,was she going to my wife. To be honest I don't want a wife to help rule the kingdom when I can do it myself.

"I have someone in mind that might just be perfect." Nova said with with certainty.

Who was it? Why would she think of someone already? Did she plan for this? But who would it be?

"Well let us show you to your rooms, oh and I hope this is fine but I put all the girls into one room and all the boys in one room. They are the closest to the library and they will fit all of the girls in one room and all the guys in one room." My mother explained with her sweet motherly look on her face.

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