Patricia's POV
I thought it was a good time for me to properly introduce myself.
"I, uhmm… I'm not sure if Lucy introduced me properly because I had to leave quickly, but I am Princess Patricia Bratton of the Northern Kingdom Pride, daughter of the current King Lovett Bratton the First," I said, holding out my hand for a shake.
He stared at it for a while before finally shaking it. He somehow looked annoyed with me or something, and that made my face fall. I guess he noticed it because he then said,
"Prince Kenneth Paige, from the Western Kingdom Pride. Nice to meet you too."
I smiled seductively but acted as if I didn't know who he was.
"My pleasure, my prince. Good to have your acquaintance. At least I can say my stay at University won't be that bad, since I'll be close to my kind," I said, deliberately emphasizing the words.
He kept a straight face. Up until now, he hadn't even offered me a chair.
A tap sounded at the door, followed by a push—and then the annoying squeaky voice of that human husband-thief rang out.
"Hey babe! How are y—" she paused when her eyes fell on me. I smirked, which made her look a bit confused as her gaze moved to Kenneth inquisitively.
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Lucy's POV
I got to Kenneth's office two hours before my lecture. I missed him a lot, and I wanted to go grab some breakfast with him and then hit the library.
I don't usually knock—he's used to that. I just tap and open the door.
"Hey babe! How are y—" My question was cut short when I saw the back of a girl, and I sensed that my man was somehow tense.
I frowned. I circled around to his seat so I could get a full view of who the girl was.
I must admit, I was already feeling a little jealous. I don't take kindly to girls being alone with my man because there have been many instances where girls have thrown themselves at him. I don't doubt his loyalty to us, but I just don't trust these girls.
Getting a full view of who the girl was, my heart eased, and I smiled, but I was surprised to see a smirk on her lips.
What was that about? I wondered, but quickly brushed it off.
"Oh hi Pat, it's you?" I sighed, a bit relieved that it was my friend. I remembered that she said she'd come to apologize, but I didn't think she would be this early.
"Hey Lucy! How are you?" she asked.
"I'm good, Pat. Just surprised to see you here this early, since we still have two hours before the first lecture," I told her.
"Oh, don't misunderstand this, Lucy. I just thought it would be appropriate to come and apologize for my rudeness, as I promised you yesterday. Nothing much," she responded.
"Yeah, Princess Patricia here said she came to apologize, which I think we're done with?" Kenneth said, looking at Pat with a raised eyebrow, as if saying 'I think it's time to go now.'
"Oh babe, don't be rude! Pat is my friend—don't treat her like every other girl. Did you just call her princess? Is that her other name, or is it Kenneth's pet name for you?" I teased, but deep down inside, I was feeling jealousy rise.
Why would he call her with a pet name? Is he somehow attracted to her beauty? Because, I must admit, she is the kind of girl no one would want to leave their boyfriend alone with. Her beauty is captivating, and she has class and poise too.
"What? She's your friend, yet you don't know that she's a real princess—as in the daughter of a King?" Kenneth asked, looking puzzled.
I turned to Pat, wide-eyed. I mean, I could tell from the way she carried herself that she was rich, but I never thought about her being royalty.
I wondered why she chose to be friends with a commoner like me, and why she hid her real identity. Was there a motive behind it, or did she just not want me fussing over her title?
I shook my head, feeling like I was overthinking.
"Daughter of a King?" I asked, looking at her, searching for an answer in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Lucy. I just wanted to be normal like everyone else. I wanted to make genuine friends without the titles. I was going to tell you eventually," Patricia apologized.
I somehow found her explanation plausible, but I also wondered why she chose to introduce herself as a princess to Kenneth. Was she trying to score some points with him? Is she also attracted to him like all the other girls?
Kenneth turned me toward him as if saying enough about others, I want your attention now. He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me passionately.
I blushed as heat rushed to my cheeks. This guy truly doesn't care who sees his displays of affection.
I tried pulling away, but he held me tightly. I lifted the corner of my eye to look at Pat, a little embarrassed—but I could swear I just saw a scowl and an angry face on her.
I nudged Kenneth to show him it was rude to neglect our guest while lost in our passion. He pulled away, not happy, and I looked at Pat, feeling a bit shy.
I was surprised to see her smiling, as if that wasn't her I saw earlier scowling.
Am I imagining things? I wondered.
I turned to Kenneth and told him my plan.
"Love, I was thinking we should go get breakfast at the cafeteria, then go to the library. Are you done with your assignment?" I asked.
"Good idea. I was going to come to your room anyway to take you out for breakfast. Just you and me," he said.
I felt bad at his emphasis on just you and me, because Pat was here and she didn't have anyone else to hang out with.
"Pat can come along with us for breakfast, right?" I asked him with pleading eyes.
He said an outright no.
"Babe, I want to spend time with you alone. I guess Princess here can understand…" he retorted, shooting an intimidating look at Pat.
I swear, my man is the domineering type. I think he should have been born a Royal—his aura is authoritative.
I could swear I saw Pat cringe at his look. A whole princess cringing at a commoner's words? What is Ken made of? Or is Pat just being lenient with him? Is there something I don't know?
"Oh no, it's okay. You guys can head out alone. I only came to apologize, then I'm heading to the bookstore. I need some things from there," Patricia said.
"See? She understands. Told you so," Ken said, but I knew deep down that he intimidated Pat into making that decision.
We said our goodbyes and parted ways.
After eating, we headed to the library.
One thing I love about Ken is that he is as passionate about his education as he is about our relationship.
Those are the real qualities of a great man.