Prince Charles

Prince Charles. the one at the front to take the throne, before your husband, Romeo. the second child of the Ecxtart Family, with Charles being the first.

you and Romeo had met a Royal ball, you guys talked, dated then got married when you both were 18. but little did you know that it would be the worst decision and best decision of your life.

after getting married you would have dinner with his family a few times a month. every single time, Charles sat there, eyeing you and Romeo as he picked things off your plate. saying you were getting big when no one was looking.

you had always stayed quiet. figuring that he was right and that you were in fact getting bigger.

just the next day it was their 3rd child, Slilva, their youngest and only daughters coming of age ceremony. at the ceremony Romeo barely paid attention to you as he went off to impress and seduce other women.

you decided to go up to the balcony as you had nothing to do. you went up to the balcony and pushed open the huge glass doors. there stood Prince Charles, smoking. his cold yet lazy aura surrounding the place. after a few silent moments he suddenly spoke.

"you know that I could treat you much better then Romeo, right?" he asked lazily, his tone cold yet unmistakably certain.

you stayed quiet as he sharply turned on his heel towards you, his 6'4 frame leaning over you.

suddenly he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss just as Romeo burst in complaining about how you had the nerve to leave him. he froze as he took in the scene.