Felicis
French trash
He smiled as he saw the blood rush to the girl's pretty little cheeks. After so many years, he'd gotten used to the way girls looked at him. But this one was different. He could practically hear her heart pound underneath the layer of orange nobody in Theiya would wear, even in their sleep.
He hadn't known much of the princess in Atherton - she stayed within the palace walls mostly, but from what he'd heard, she was a beauty. There were always whispers going about her around the marketplaces, rumors spread by bored housewives who had nothing better to do with their lives. They were bad, those rumors, each more incredulous than the next, explaining the reasons for her anonymity, and anyone with a right mind wouldn't believe them, Jackson being one of them. There was only one rumor that had proven to be true so far - that she was, indeed, a beauty.
He couldn't help laugh at how innocent she was, speaking to him as if he was family, even though they'd only just met. Hopefully, she wouldn't be as easy of a prey - Jackson loved a good challenge. But with a smile like hers, he was willing to let go of a few personal wants.
"It's a beautiful horse," he said, and he meant it. Its coat was so white, sunlight dancing on it. "Jessica...what a beautiful name. Suits a person like you," he said grinning. "The name is Jackson, and may I be rude enough to ask - are you from Atherton?"
He hadn't known much of the princess in Atherton - she stayed within the palace walls mostly, but from what he'd heard, she was a beauty. There were always whispers going about her around the marketplaces, rumors spread by bored housewives who had nothing better to do with their lives. They were bad, those rumors, each more incredulous than the next, explaining the reasons for her anonymity, and anyone with a right mind wouldn't believe them, Jackson being one of them. There was only one rumor that had proven to be true so far - that she was, indeed, a beauty.
He couldn't help laugh at how innocent she was, speaking to him as if he was family, even though they'd only just met. Hopefully, she wouldn't be as easy of a prey - Jackson loved a good challenge. But with a smile like hers, he was willing to let go of a few personal wants.
"It's a beautiful horse," he said, and he meant it. Its coat was so white, sunlight dancing on it. "Jessica...what a beautiful name. Suits a person like you," he said grinning. "The name is Jackson, and may I be rude enough to ask - are you from Atherton?"
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