"You win again?!" The disappointed exclamation of a young white-haired girl resounded through the room, as she dramatically fell to the ground from her loss. Her soft white hair strewn across the plush carpet, as she wailed in frustration. "How can anyone be this good at every game they play? I bet you're cheating!"
Mikael leaned his head against his palm, his pale lashes framing those beautiful ocean-blue eyes as he smirked at the whining Irene in front of him. "Or maybe you're just trash." He taunted.
Two weeks had passed by, since Irene and Mikael began their alleged friendship. Ever since watching the meteor shower together, the young prince became increasingly less cold to her. They spent much more time together than before, and Mikael would even wait for Irene after lessons ended.
