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Intro. The Royal Hall of Astérian smelled of expensive flowers and resentments. Prince William, heir of Theralis, straightened his fists with poorly disguised boredom. The crown seemed to weigh more than usual that morning, perhaps because he knew that in a few hours he would be tied to a more political than romantic alliance. And with whom? With the unbearable Princess Lizzie de Elorien. That woman could piss him off just to exist. Proud, sarcastic and too convinced of the charm itself. On the other side of the hall, Lizzie watched Kael with the same contempt she would wear to face a dirty shoe. - Are you already making a face of who will escape the altar? -

Prince William Alexander

@Lana Lang Luthor