Snippet #1907447

CREED

"A place for hunting you say?" Creed's eyes glinted as he saw her bow and arrow. "Well, my dear, at Shellridge there is nothing but open air and the seas. What a tragedy you were betrothed to me." His voice was hard and cold. It wasn't usually like this. He was the ultimate charmer back at home, but actually seeing the princess he was going to marry had ignited a deep anger that he didn't know he had.

"But we have fish and other water creatures. Though a arrow would never pierce a fish's hide from where I am from, Princess. Maybe it is time to leave your silly hobbies at home?" The prince smiled cruelly at Scarny. HE already had lots of women. He didn't need this one.

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"Pleasure to meet you Alexander," Amoranta observed him as she took a sip of water from a clear glass. "I'm Amoranta LeFaevre."

She paused and met his gaze, waving him down to sit. "As for a Greymane, I don't really care what your name is." She offered a tight polite smile. "We'll be moving to my kingdom. My Uncle does not believe that I am able to handle a country on my own." Amoranta's eyes flashed. "But I can and I expect you to stay out of my affairs. I do not need you to rule for me. I doubt you even know any of our cultures. Mivorina is my home land and I will not stand for a stranger to take control of it."

She took another sip of water. "I have nothing against you, I would have said the same to anyone if they were my betrothed. You can just sit and relax and watch."

At least he wasn't an old man.