Eleanor POV
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"Is it that hard to call me by my name, Kasper?" I question him, my eyes hooked on him.
Why are men so difficult?
Like if I start to hate all the men considering the fact that my dad, the one man who treated me right is no more, that will be totally understandable because all these men are creepy.
Like tonight, they saw me like a fresh piece of meat which was easily accessible for them to touch and make a dirty lame jokes about how I'll fit in, my clothes, my size
like dude, I'm not going to be okay and get bullied even now, I have had enough of it in my high school.
I was supposed to be getting a better life now that I am a royal with a title and throne attached to my name.
But then this seems the worst.
The very worst, compared to my haunted high school sc
