The Crown Prince's Love

"Stop acting as if I am the only one who caused this. I..." I wanted to tell him then that I liked him, but his words cut me short.

"You made me wish that I had not come last night. ... I dont even know how I am supposed to face Ana. You broke the bro code and....." He lowered his head. "I am going home now. Let's not see each other until I am ready to see you." He said, then headed towards the door.

I tried to stop him by grabbing his hand, but he yanked it off mine. "Desmond, I thought that this was what you wanted last night. You were all over me."

"And you could have prevented it since you were still sober!" He pushed me on the shoulder. "You let this happen because you were overwhelmed by the kiss that meant nothing to me!"

He yelled and dropped his hands. "Like I have said Randy, let's not talk to one another until I am ready to face you again." He stated and rushed out of the room slamming the door on my face. Go after him..

No, no, stop acting like an idiot. Didn't you see the look of disgust on his face?

He doesn't want you, and he doesn't want this!

My thoughts were in a mess. I had to control myself from going after him.

I headed into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and sighed as the warm water cascaded down my naked body.

I felt used, neglected, rejected. Telling Desmond that I like him will be a waste of time.

He didn't want me for what he had done, and I had been a fool to believe that last night meant something to him.

"Oh, Randy." I sat on the bathroom floor and lowered my head, letting my tears flow alongside the water. Some things are not meant to be. That was how it was with Desmond and I.

Two years later...

I slammed my hands against the counter, facing the woman who stood before me, enforcing the rules of the dormitory.

I had just arrived at the royal college, expecting to be treated like the crown prince that I was. Instead, I was greeted with disrespect, courtesy of my parents, who had set the rules when the Royal College was founded.

"The King and Queen set the rule that two students should be per dormitory, Your Highness. I am not doing anything wrong." The woman replied.

Frustrated, I repeatedly slammed my hands on the counter and glanced at her name tag on her left chest before taking a deep breath. "You have no idea where I am coming from. I have just returned from two years of prince training, and my parents hastily sent me here to continue my never ending education. And now, I am expected to share a room with someone, Hilda!" I shouted her name and sighed deeply.

I couldn't believe it when my parents told me I had to complete college immediately upon returning from two years of prince training.

"You are the crown prince, and you have to finish your education." My mother said as soon as I arrived.

It made me question why I was born as the crown prince, and when I got to the college, expecting to be treated accordingly, everyone treated me differently.

"There is nothing I can do, Your Highness." The woman bowed her head. "I apologize if this offends you, but in the royal college, apart from the honorifics used to address royals, everyone is treated equally according to the rules."

"Frustrating." I muttered to myself and sighed. "Can I please get my schedule, keys, and other important information about my school activities?"

Hilda nodded in response. "Since it's already late, Your Highness, the only thing I can provide right now are the keys to your room." She informed me, and I kicked my leg in anger.

I dislike schools so much.

With a blue keycard in her hand. "This is the keycard to your room, Your Highness." She said.

I took the keycard from her and stared at the name inscribed on the cardholder: The Royal Blue.

That was the name of the dormitory where I would be residing. "I just hope I won't be sharing with someone too loud." I said, grabbing my luggage and dragging it toward the elevator. Thankfully, I hadn't overpacked, as no one could help me.

"Frustrating school." I muttered as I entered the elevator and kicked the door.

Just then, someone else entered, too engrossed in her phone to notice me or acknowledge my presence. I ignored her and closed my eyes, trying to cool down from all the stress I had endured. A lot had happened.

After the morning Desmond and I fought, I cut off all contact with him. I had taken the opportunity of prince training to leave the kingdom where I wouldn't have to deal with liking someone who didn't like me. I had spent two years trying to heal from his rejection, but the pain persisted.

No matter how hard I tried to pretend, I couldn't stop thinking about him. Now that I was back, I dreaded the possibility of running into him because I had no idea how to face him.

The elevator's ding brought me back to reality as it opened on the eighth floor, where I was headed.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, the girl who had entered with me raised her head to look at me. When our eyes met, she gasped and quickly bowed her head. Before I could say anything, the elevator door closed.

I sighed and walked down the quiet hallway, passing different doors.

I expected to hear the bustling noise of others, but there was nothing. It was eerily silent, a pin drop would make a sound on the ground. Strange, I thought.

When I reached the door, I closed my eyes and silently prayed that my roommate would be someone I could relate to or even befriend.

With a positive mindset, I swiped the card on the reader, and it beeped. Placing my hand on the doorknob, I stepped into the room. The room was shrouded in darkness but filled with the scent of Desmond.

It either smelled like him or maybe I was overthinking it because I hadn't seen him in a long time or missed him.

The smell sent shivers down my spine and made my body's hair stand on end with each step I took into the room.

I found it intriguing and was eager to discover who my roommate would be.