The Crown Prince's Love

"Hey..." I began to say something but was suddenly knocked down by someone surprisingly lurking in the darkness.

I was caught off guard, not expecting someone to be in the total darkness with no hint of light.

I groaned in pain as my luggage crashed onto my legs, followed by the weight of the person in the room.

The moment our bodies touched, I gasped as the electric shock returned.

No, no.

This can't be!

I thought, struggling to process everything.

The one person I had tried so hard to avoid was lying on top of me, causing my heart to race and giving me goosebumps.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?" He demanded, confirming my suspicion.

It was him, even though his voice sounded more profound and mature.

His arms had become muscular, and his grip on my throat could render an average person unconscious.

I had hoped he would recognize me by my scent. I have been using the same perfume, but to my disappointment, he didn't.

He continued to question me.

"Desmond!" I shouted his name, unable to keep up with the pretense that I didn't know it was him.

"You even know my name!" He shouted, tightening his grip on me.

I pushed his hand away, and then shoved him over so I was on top of him.

"Are you insane?" I screamed. "You don't even recognize my voice anymore."

"

The disappointment in my voice was evident because I couldn't believe that I had been thinking about him for two years while he couldn't even remember me by my voice or my scents. He tried to struggle against me, but I grabbed his hands and pinned them above him. "It's me, Randy!" I yelled while he continued to struggle.

"Randy," He stuttered my name, and I let go of his hand, only for him to grab mine and push me over so that he was on top of me again.

He clapped his hands, and a bright light reflected on my face.

The light was so intense that not even Desmond's muscular frame could block it from entering my eyes.

I closed my eyes briefly until I felt Desmond hugging me tightly.

"Oh, goddess!" He exclaimed. "You're here!"

I fluttered my eyes open, and our eyes met.

For a brief moment, I couldn't stop staring at his beautiful eyes.

His eyes were no longer obsidian, instead, one side was green, and the other was a much darker green. Even his hair was different. It was now silver ombre and long, reaching his shoulder length.

He looked entirely different, and if I had not recognized him by his scent and had only seen him, I would have thought he was another person.

"Randy. You're truly back." He shouted my name and tried to hug me again, but I pushed him off me.

"You're the one in this room?" I asked with total disgust, sounding the same way he had the day he walked out of my room.

"How am I supposed to share a room with you?" I shouted and stood up from the ground, looking around the room.

It was larger than I thought, with enough space for two people.

I was expecting a bunk bed, but instead, there were two separate beds on each side, a long shelf divided into two, and two desks on each side of the room. Desmond had already occupied the left side, which meant I was supposed to occupy the right side, but there was no way in hell I would share a room with him. "This must be a joke." I said, rubbing my face.

"Randy." He called out my name and stood up from the ground. "We are roommates, and..."

"No!" I shouted, shaking my head aggressively.

"There is no way I am going to share a room with you." I told him, then headed towards the door, walking out and heading towards the elevator.

The last person I wanted to share a room with was with him, who rejected me and didn't even recognize me by my scent.

How the hell was I supposed to cope when it was going to be a one sided thing?

For two years, I tried to move on, hoping that I could deal with getting rejected by him. I didn't tell anyone about it, even though my mother noticed that I was acting weird after Desmond left, and as if that wasn't enough, my father wouldn't stop bothering me about finding my queen.

Everyone expected I would appear with a woman who would be the crown princess, but no one knew what I was going through.

No one.

"Randy, wait." Desmond shouted after me as I entered the elevator.

He placed one of his feet between the door before it could close, allowing him to join me. "Where are you going? Don't you feel tired from your travels?"

Now he cares. I scoffed, folding my arms as I ignored him.

I want to punch him so bad for everything and then, I want to kiss him. It is so good to see him again.

As if fighting against my heart that was yearning for him, I rolled my eyes at the thought.

He doesn't like me so what's the essence of thinking about all that.

"Randy," Desmond called my name again, and I have to admit that his low voice was the coolest glow up that he had.

They sounded like magic sounds in my ears.

Perfect and magical.

"Don't speak to him." I muttered repeatedly and closed my eyes, blocking his voice until the door opened.

I rushed out of the elevator and walked towards Hilda, who was still in the lobby.

When she saw me, she stood up from where she sat and bowed her head.

"Is there any problem, Your Highness?"

"Yes." I said, pointing towards Desmond. "There is no way I am sharing a room with him. I want another roommate!"