Page 25 of The Princess's Pet

“You know everything that happens with me,” I stated. I did not say who the girl was that I had the confrontation with, and still the Princess knew.

“Your safety is my own,” she said simply. “Now come here.”

I set my mug and stood to walk to her. When I reached her, she pulled me down onto her lap and I squealed at the sudden action.

“You smell so good, Percy.” She hummed, brushing my hair away to reveal my neck. “I do so enjoy marking you,” she commented before her lips kissed my pulse.

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When we arrived at the main school building, the Princess led us to the café.

“Selene, darling,” Clara stood from a table in the middle of the busy café and walked toward us. I saw that she was sitting with two others and one of those others was Lord Halvorsen.

“Clara, good afternoon,” the Princess greeted, as her friend approached.

“You have an admirer.” Clara giggled, looking over her shoulder. “A handsome Lord, who if rumours are to be believed, is as well-endowed as his beloved beasts,” she continued lewdly in a conspiratorial manner and I had to stop myself from gagging. He probably had a peanut.

“Rumours have proven less than accurate before when it comes to Lord Halvorsen,” the Princess replied.

“You’ve met already?” Clara asked curiously.

“When I easily best him in sword sparring, during Warfare Tactics,” the Princess replied bored.

“He must be the type that likes to find himself on his knees. Your humiliation seems to have spurred him on.” Clara laughed, and we began to walk toward their table.

Lord Halvorsen stood as the Princess approached.

“My Royal Highness, a pleasure to have your company this afternoon. I had expected you in our geopolitics class this morning, though,” he said when the Princess approached and he pulled a chair out for her.

She ignored him while she pulled a chair from another table towards our table, which only sat four, and pointedly looked at it. I sat down and only then did she take the offered chair from Lord Halvorsen.

“Lord Halvorsen,” the Princess greeted curtly.

“A woman who operates on her own schedule and terms is truly a woman to admire,” he said, and I wanted to gag all over again, he was disgusting.

“Do you admire me, Lord Halvorsen?” the Princess asked, smiling.

“You are remarkable, from your heritage to your swordplay, your famed beauty is almost an unnecessary addition. I admire my Princess.” And I saw the Princess smirk as the fool complimented her. The Princess surely wouldn’t be drawn in by obvious flattery?

“Thank you,” was the Princess’s only response before she greeted a young pureblood vampire named Lukas who also sat at the table beside Clara.

I had to ignore the conversation, as if I listened to Lord Halvorsen try to flirt with the Princess any longer, I would throw my chair at him. I wasn’t completely unaware that I was possibly, a little, jealous of the handsome Lord.

He was everything the Princess wanted. A Noble Pureblood, with family heritage, power, and standing capable of keeping up with her own. And I didn’t have any of that. All I had was a soul match, and the Princess had made it clear she wasn’t interested in pursuing a bond with the likes of me.

“My Royal Highness?” a small voice asked, and I looked up surprised to see Ana standing at the end of the table.

The Princess looked at Ana and irritation was clear in her eyes.

“Sorry for interrupting, my Royal Highness, I was wondering if I could speak with your servant?” the redhead stuttered out a little too loud.

“Aren’t you brave?” Lukas mocked, and the Princess held up her hand, silencing the man instantly.

“Why do you wish to speak with my servant?” the Princess asked coldly.

Ana looked like she might puke right there.

“To, uh, apologise, there was a misunderstanding between us,” Ana stuttered out again.

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