Lola POV
Folding my arms across my chest, I choose to reply “don’t flatter yourself, you are in my path, that’s all” as I brush past him. “Going where?” “none of your business” I yell back as I keep walking. I am about done with these self-entitled, conceited *ssholes, princes or not, and wanting to wait on their wolves or not, they are on my last nerve. He comes charging towards me yelling “The hell it is! You are a prisoner here, a rogue. You are in no way free to roam around” as he pins me against the wall. The fury in his eyes is visible. How did he ruin my good mood so damn quickly? “Your mother, the Queen, said otherwise. If you have any problems, I suggest you take it up with her. Now, please remove your arms, so I can move” thinking to myself that I’ll only ask nicely once. He doe
