I want to go home.  I miss my Mom and Dad. I swear the queen has it in for me. From reading the super boring history of the past royals to talking and acting like one, I'm going to drop. I want to quit. No more. Do you want to know what's worse? She freaking seized my phone and cut off any connection to the outside world.  I hate Queen Gabrielle. And don't get me started on different types of cutleries and their uses.

Here I am sitting in the freaking library alone with a quadrillion books and all I am allowed to read is some stupid history. Ugh.

Didn't eunuchs back then have any other things to do other than recording kingly deeds?

"1851" The pages flutter open when I open the next record scowling. It weighs a tonne. What the hell? Who cares what happened in 1851 and this biege lace gown is so stuffy and itchy. As gorgeous as it is, it is so not accommodating. I squeal in annoyance kicking myself. I should have said no.

Trying to remember what I had read before and what I am about to didn't work. I can not even remember why the country has twelve provinces. It is already done so why did it matter? 

I mix up the names of the queens of the 19th century for the fourth time, and it was all I could take. I slam the book shut and shove it off the table. Maybe the library floor would open and a giant bookworm would eat it and go regurgitate it in the Queen's face. Ha!

A loud grunt echoes beside me as the book crashed to the floor. I tilt my head up. Crown Prince Nolan stares down at me, pain flashing through his eyes.  His hands cupped around his crotch and he let out a small whine before dropping down to his knees.

I suck in a breath of air as my fingers clamp around the edge of the desk.

Uh oh.

Oh crap.

I did not just do that.

I did not just hit the Prince in the nuts with a ten pound journal.

Another groan rips out of him as his right hand tangles in his hair. I want to say something. I need to say something. Quietly, I get up from my seat, mouth quivering. I bend over him thinking of what to say.
I knocked him in the nuts. What do you say to a guy you hit in the nuts?

I manage to say the most simple not impressive word, "Sorry."

He glares at me and tries to get up but falls to his knees again groaning in pain. I get up, my gown swishing around my feet, to call for help. I pause in my steps and nibble my lower lip. I couldn't call for help. I would be hanged.

"Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" he snorts, "You knocked my balls off, woman."

"I really am sorry."

"Sorry doesn't make me feel any better. Didn't you see me?"

"I didn't. I-"

"You are walking bad luck. Something is always wrong wherever you are."

That does it. "Hey, I didn't tell you to put your dick in the way. I was caught in my frustration and you are the bad luck. Problems showed up when you came into my life."

I sit back down eyeing the books on the table, tempted to hit him in the balls again. This time, on purpose. He gets up from the floor grunting. He holds the table to steady himself. He looks pissed but I do not care for proud egotistical guys like him.

"It was a book. You knocked my precious-  with a book."

"Yeah, whatever." I open the pages of another boring journal.

"You probably maimed me for life!"

"At least you ain't dead!"

Furious, he grabs my arm pulling me to my feet.

"You're hurting me." I wince in pain as he presses on harder. That is going to leave a mark. 

"Good."

"If I hit you on the head, would your idiocy leave?"

He scowled growling. I won't be surprised if he turned to a werewolf.

"Why do you hate me? I didn't ask to be involved?  Let me go, you baboon." I push hard and hit him but he held on still. It hurts so much. Tears blurred my vision. I won't cry not in front of him.

"I'm warning you for the last time. Don't mess with me."

"Let me go," I pleaded with my eyes, "Please."

A few seconds later, he push me to the chair. An angry red mark on my arm glares at me. Breathing hard, I frown at him.

"For someone so good looking, you've got an ugly attitude."

He smiles, "Thank you," his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"You've got issues buddy, serious ones." I dive back to the books trying to ignore his presence. He sits on the desk, whistling and tapping on it. I am not going to acknowledge his presence. I ring the tiny bell I was given in case I needed something.

A few seconds later a maid came. "Yes, Miss Anna"

"I-" Feeling him staying so close to me I decided to act like a royal.  I sit up straight like the queen taught me and speak with finesse. "Could you get me a beverage to quench me of my parchment? "

Prince Nolan burst out laughing hard. The maid look at me incredulous. What? What did I say wrong?  I need a drink.

"Oh, and could you do away with this man sitting on my desk? He's disturbing. Remember, Queen Gabrielle said I must not be disturbed."

The maid looks from me to him and back, confused and obviously scared of what I had told her to do. "Oh, just get me a drink."

The 'almighty' Crown Prince laughs so hard, he held his ribs. Once the maid is out of earshot, I glare at him.

"'Could you get me a beverage to quench me of my parchment?' What on earth?"

"Get off the desk. You are disturbing."

"You don't have to starting talking like someone of the former century."

You are not the one reading about it. "Mind your business. Why are you even here?"

"To propose a deal."

My brows draw tight and eyes narrow, "I don't want to hear it."

"You marry me and I pay off your family debts and we divorce after two years so we can get on with our lives."

"What?"

"When I'm king in two years, I will have the power to get you out of my life."

"You're joking."

"Am I? Am I?" He points at his face.

I study his poker face and grunt. Okay. He is really serious about this.
"Do we have a deal?"

"Um give me a few, I'm trying to wrap my head around this."

"One minute."

"Seriously?"

"40 seconds."

"Oh come on."

"Do we have a deal?"

"It isn't even a minute yet."

"Do we have a deal?"

"Fine!"

"Fine?"

"Deal."

"Good." He jumps off the desk making it shake.

"Look what you did. You assaulted the table."

He snorts, with a shake of his head.

"And we are not getting involved in each other's life during those two years." I shut the book I was reading. At least I'd tried to. 

"Don't worry. You are not my type."

I make signs with my fingers. W. E.M.L

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What. Ever. Major. Loser" I get to my feet, hugging three journals to my chest and walk away from him.

Strike one for Anna.
Nolan zero.

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