The Prince's Choice
I never thought I could be anything more than what I was born to be. A slave, a wife to the man who would buy me at auction. There were only o other ways out of that life.
Becoming a human incubator, breeding children for the kingdom, or being chosen to compete in the coming-of-age competition.
A tradition that's been taking place for years, where six girls must compete physically, intellectually and sexually, in order to win the heart of the Prince and the crown.
All were terrible fates, but only one included him.
"Are you sure you're one of the girls? You seem like a spy to me. Are you spy, Arabella?" My name rolled of his tongue perfectly and I stood completely still as he took another step closer to me.
"You know, it's my job to eliminate spies."
"Eliminate me huh? I'd like to see you try." I was surprised by my response, just as much as he was, and he raised one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows at me.
"Is that a challenge? I like a challenge." He whispered huskily, backing me up agat the wall. I gulped as his head inched closer towards me. He seemed hesitant, almost as if testing my boundaries.
Then, he leaned in.