This is a palace where one wrong move can determine if you live or die. In the quest for her family to survive, Aramade found herself in this dangerous territory only to be noticed by the second prince.
He's the only prince loathed by everyone. Clo...
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Prince Ire moved closer to where Ara was sleeping. He tried not to look at her legs that were exposed but then, he found himself just staring at Ara completely from head to toe. He couldn't have imagined meeting Ara on his bed. This was exactly what he was avoiding, but his brother, Prince Adedamola would never listen.
He waved his hand over Ara's closed eyes but Ara didn't blink. He moved away and dropped his watch when he noticed his shoe rack had been arranged either. Instead of placing the sneakers he was removing on his shoe rack, he just left them where he removed them. He could remember opening his cupboard while looking for what to wear when his mom's call came in. Prince Ire dragged the two doors of his cupboard open and saw his clothes sitting on each other and hanged very neatly. His clothes were no longer packed together somewhere, somehow, anyhow.
He knew his room was nothing to write home about and he was guilty of that. Even when he arranged it himself, he still would not put his things back in the appropriate places. It felt like a big work for him. He always had everything done for him until he was mature and decided he wanted some privacy for himself and he didn't want anyone touching his things anymore. Slowly, Prince Ire bent down. "Hey," he said, but didn't touch Ara who shifted slowly. "Momma I'm tired," Ara murmured.
Prince Ire knew she was going to end up being tired because the work was much. He realized she had not even ironed his clothes too. Prince Ire moved to where his clothes were, packed them and returned it back into his cupboard. He picked up his iron and did the same, but then he heard a sound which indicated that a new message had entered a phone. It wasn't his phone so he looked around until he saw Ara's phone. He picked up the small phone that caused him straining his eyes to see who the sender was.
Hey, thank you so much for today. I'm honoured to be blessed by a beauty like you. Let's do this again tomorrow. Good night.
Prince Ire looked down at Ara who was sleeping comfortably. He didn't want any closeness between her and Ayoola at all. Yes! He knew Ara saw Ayoola before him and that must have been the reason she liked him, but Prince Ire couldn't trust his friend with Ara. He knew Ayo too well. Adedamire looked away from Ara, deleted the message Ayoola sent and slowly, he bent down and scooped Ara up carrying her in a bridal style. Ara snuggled even closer to him, wrapping her hands around his neck with her head resting on his chest.
