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ELEANOR
My eyes widened in surprise as Dante's voice, reached my ears. My breath hitched and my hands slightly trembled.
"Princess,"
he called me, the word rolling off his tongue with unexpected familiarity. I gulped the lump formed in my throat and looked at him.
I gulped, feeling my cheeks flush slightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Alex's eyebrows knitting together in confusion. He glanced between us, clearly puzzled by the unexpected nickname.
Alex clearly did not like Dante’s presence and I should have prepared myself knowing Dante wouldn’t hold back.
I forced a nervous smile, subtly tightening my grip on Dante's arm in a silent plea for him to stay quiet. Dante, catching my signal, smirked but said nothing more.
This man.
"Why did he call you 'prince
