3. Bryce: Princely Thoughts
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Bryce: Princely Thoughts
She was sexy.
I often ignored woman because most were attracted to the throne. I hated how they’d try to seduce me with preposterous poems and nonsense no one other than an i***t would fall for.
It was something that had always bothered me, but I knew it was a part of being a Prince.
But, Rose was different.
She was attractive and didn’t give a s**t about me.
I liked that. I wanted to have her more than anything else.
The little mouse incident was even better. It showed she was intelligent on top of her curvaceous body. Plus, who could forget those sexy golden locks of her?
I chuckled to myself.
Her presence was a delight for my nose too. It was the minty scent she’d been wearing when she entered. I was hooked. Just wrapping my arms around here was amazing and I got to do that with any woman I wanted these days.
“Prince Bryce, it is almost time to meet with Miss Swan, would you like to put on something nice?” said the shrill voice; it was the young Butler, John Stevens, a good man who seemed to always find his way around to bother everyone. He was a stout man with a calming disposition.
“Yes, I’d like to put on that suit I’ve been saving for a good occasion,” I said to the butler who stood at the entrance of my room.
It was a room I loved because it was mine to do with as I pleased. It didn’t have the regular ‘royalty’ appearance to it that other rooms did. I hated those high-spirited colors, which were supposed to be ‘elegant’ as my dad said. I would rather go with something dark filled with motorcycles and pictures of cars I liked. This is what I cared about, not some rubbish associated with royalty.
“Ah, of course, Prince Bryce.”
The Butler left as soon as he had come.
The room was empty as I sat down on the king-sized round bed once again thinking about the meeting.
I wanted to be with her.
I wanted to kiss Rose and let her know I was the one she should be with.
This was bizarre. I didn’t want to let my father win, yet I couldn’t stop thinking about Rose.
Why should I have to do as he pleases when I can marry a woman on my own?
But, Rose was something else. I had never thought a woman like her would come my way in such a manner.
This royal bride meet and greet seemed like a success.
I walked over to the mirror playing with my hair with it's slicked back look the way I preferred. My necklace was hidden under the dress shirt I had put on; it was something I always kept close to me. The necklace was one I had found after the Kingdom’s soldiers had shot and killed a man. It was his necklace, and I always kept it with me making sure I didn’t go around doing the same as my father.
I could do anything, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to kill.
The necklace slithered back behind the dress shirt as I adjusted my leather jacket again.
John Stevens entered once again with a neatly tailored black suit crafted by the finest tailor in all of London. My father had it specially made for me even though I had never worn it, but now seemed like the right time to do so.
“This will be all, Sir?” asked the Butler who observed as I grabbed the suit and positioned it in front of me looking into the mirror.
“Yeah, that’s all. Thanks, John.”
“My pleasure, Sir.”
I quietly put on the suit looking at it from all angles.
Would it impress Rose? Surely, a man as handsome as me could woo her?
I didn’t want her to change. What if she ended up falling for the riches? This is what I hated. I couldn’t be with a real woman cause all of them wanted to go for my money and nothing else.
But, she seemed like a woman who didn’t care. She didn’t even look at me until I had started talking to her.
I sat down as the suit neatly pressed against my torso settling into a nice slim fitted look.
As I put on my brown-leathered watch, I gazed out the window. The sun had set as a subtle mist developed over top.
It appeared as if the clouds had decided it was time to sprinkle London with a bit of moisture.
The line had disappeared outside. A few women could be heard screaming at the top of their lungs as I peered out. It seemed as if they hadn’t got the memo or didn’t care for it.
Guards continued to push them away in a bid to get them to leave.
It didn’t work.
I chuckled at the sight. I could have looked like a donkey, and these women would have married me.
What a joke.
I’d rather be with someone like Rose. She had something about her that was better.
“Sir, Miss Swan, is waiting for you on the palace rooftop as you suggested,” said the dronish voice of Peter Jones, a royal guard who had been letting bachelorettes in earlier in the day.
“Ah, excellent.”
“Shall I tell her you’re coming?”
“Yes, I will be right there. Give me five minutes,” I said.
The guard left immediately.
I hoped she was wearing something sexy the way she had when she’d come in. If I had my way, I would have told her to keep the alluring golden dress on the way she had first shown up, but I knew that overbearing Priscilla would get in the way.
But, Rose seemed like someone who’d look hot in anything.
I sat there daydreaming about her again.
“Sir?”
“Yeah, I’m coming,” I said as the guard entered again.
“Right.”
I shook my head in displeasure.
Why did my father decide to hire this man?
I quietly walked out the door and into the main hallway leading to a magnificent staircase, which broke into two adjacent parts meeting at the top. I chose to take the right one as it was nearer.
Priscilla waited at the top of the steps.
She pointed towards the French doors near the center of the floor.
“Yes, I know where the rooftop is Priscilla. Thank you,” I said shooing her away.
As soon as I opened the door, there she stood looking as elegant as ever. The dress was perfectly fitted to her body, the golden hair still as luminous as ever.
I could have just stood there and watched forever.
She turned.
A gentle smile crept on her face welcoming me onto the rooftop.
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