C H A P T E R T W E N T Y F O U R
I expected him to be shocked or gawk to at me but what happened was quite the opposite.
He laughed at me.
I furrowed my eyebrows and glared at him but he was too preoccupied as he laughed insanely. I tried to contemplate what he was thinking. Did he think what I said was some joke?
“Stop laughing!” I snap over his cackles, “Did you hear what I said?” I asked and he managed to nod. There were tears of mirth in his eyes and he blew out a breath.
“Yes I did, Princess” he said and emphasised the last word. I slapped him upside the head instantly making his face scowl at me.
“And-?” I urged but he just shook his head. “If you’re some snobby Princess who gets her way then I don’t want to know. But it’s great you think so highly of yourself,” he grinned and his eyes shone with amusement.
I exasperatedly grunted and sat back in my seat. “Lucas,” I breathed and ran my hands over my face, “this isn’t a joke, what I said is true.” I looked at him directly but I could see that he was preventing a laugh. “I have royal blood in me.” I stated and he rested his feet on the coffee table again.
“Don’t believe you. Prove it.” He nodded at me and I quizzically narrowed my eyes.
“How am I meant to prove it? I honestly do have royal blood, Lucas.” I said in annoyance but he just wasn’t buying it.
“Take a DNA test.”
“That wouldn’t prove that I’m a Princess.”
“Then you’re not.”
I refrained myself from pulling my hair out. Maybe I should just stop and pretend that I was really joking but I still wanted him to believe me.
“Why don’t you understand? I am the Princess of Denmark!” I gritted my teeth and told him stubbornly.
“And I am the King of Russia!” Lucas said derisively and I buried my face in my hands. “There isn’t even a real King of Russia” I groaned to myself. I quickly looked behind me to see if Jake had returned and luckily he hadn’t. Then and idea struck me and I faced Lucas who I wanted to punch so much.
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Royal Affection
Teen FictionAvanna Larsen, Ava for short, is the Princess of Denmark and she is in line to become Queen of Denmark after her parents. But that isn't Ava's dream. Her dream is to become a photographer and to attend the London Arts Academy. When she finally goes...
