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Chapter 1
The sunlight shifted towards his face, illuminating his bright hair, his pale skin, his thick eyebrows and the mole right under his lips. A buzzing sound could be heard from the bedside table.
The blonde reached his hand over to look, a caller by the name “Mikaela” could be seen on the screen, he picked up.
“Vad?” The blonde answered, still half asleep.
“Snälla säg inte att du vaknade nyss” the girl said with a huff.
“Varför ringer du mig nu?” He groaned.
“Ugh, har inte mamma och pappa sagt att du måste komma till galan ikväll?”
“Ja, men jag kommer inte." He continued to rub his eyes, placing his head down on the pillow once more.
“Alex, om du inte kommer så säger jag till dem att du hånglade med killen som jobbar för oss” she threatened, her voice more fierce. With this, the man got up quickly.
“Men Mika, fan. Jag kommer okej?” He rubbed the back of his head, his blonde hair ruffled.
“Okej,” she shrieked in excitement as she hung up.
“Fuck” he let out, running a hand through his hair before finally making his way to the bathroom. A finely spacious room, with each item placed perfectly in place. An obsession with rocks, this man had. The black colored shelf contained various colored rocks, pink, grey, red, white, green and his favorite which was blue. The darker more royal blue colored stones.
He removed his clothes, revealing a muscular body. Biceps big enough to bench 110 kilos and legs thick enough to squat 180. The man many ladies admired and dreamed to be with, but also the man who wasn’t attracted to women.
The bath had already been filled by the workers, he dipped his toes in before entering fully. The scent of lavender could be smelled from the bath, a few petals floating on top. The blonde relaxed, placing a hand on his head. The steamy bath made him forget that he was going to meet a bunch of dudes in a very formal place.
He got up after what felt like an eternity, wrapping a towel around his waist and heading out to his room. His sister had already told the stylist to lay out his clothes.
A navy blue suit, black undershirt and a matching blue tie could be found hanging outside his closet.
He smiled and happily put the clothes on. It was getting close to the time he needed to be there. A special gala for royal families all over the world was being held in England. As the prince of Sweden, he naturally had to attend to uphold his image but his parents have another reason.
They want to find him a wife quickly to keep the lineage going, as if his sister wasn’t already engaged to someone.
The navy blue suit was tailored to his exact measurements, hugging him like a glove. His tie was tightly knotted and he wore matching sapphire cufflinks.
He pocketed his phone as he marched out of his room, walked downstairs and outside to the car waiting for him outside. The guy he hooked up with had already been replaced with a much sterner looking man. The blonde sighed as he ducked his head down to enter the already held open car door.
The ride to the party was rather long and Alexander thought about all the wrong things. If anyone would recognise him since he spent a lot of his time at the gay bar or if his sister would dare out him to their parents.
Once he had arrived at the party, he gracefully got out of the car and headed towards the luxurious mansion, walking on the neatly placed red carpet. It was rather big and it almost looked like a castle, suitable for the royalties that were attending today.
Inside looked as fancy, the chandeliers hung from above, the stairs leading down to the dancing area. Butlers and maids everywhere, serving drinks and-
“Hey, you came!” his mother shrieked as she hugged him. She switched languages to make sure no one talks badly about us, since we were in England.
“Yeah, Mikaela suggested a social gathering might help” He almost let out a yawn, the conversation was getting boring before it had even begun.
“Well, why don’t you talk to that lady over there? I heard she is the 3rd princess of england” his mother pointed at a finely dressed lady, red dress and golden locks. Not his type even if she was a man.
“I’ll think it over, just going to wander around a bit before yeah?” He said with a smile, slowly walking away from the conversation before she could utter another word. He sighed heavily, taking heavy steps as he looked down. The pain on the right side of his head and the constant chattering of the folk around him made him feel like shit.
Without even realising it, he had walked outside, to the poolroom. He sighed yet again as he found a quiet place to lay down. As he began closing his eyes, he could hear a faint muffled sound from the bushes. He didn’t want to bother checking it out, but curiosity got the better of him.
The blonde slowly got up, peeking from the wall to observe the mysterious stranger who would dare do something like that at a party. What he found was a beautifully gorgeous brown haired man, his hair reached his nape, he was half naked and well, sticking his thing inside of a butler. Something he would have normally done.
Alex backed off, not wanting to disrupt someone's pleasure time since he knew how that would feel. Suddenly, a snap could be heard down at the ground, he had just stepped on a branch.
Shit
He quickly moved and sprinted inside to brush them off. Breathing a sigh of relief when he didn’t see anyone chasing after him. The evening went by normally and he danced with the 3rd princess only to realise she wasn’t interested which made him quite content.
Alex leaned against the wall, his eyes wandering around the ballroom, not finding anyone worthy of his time. He looked to the left only to find the same man he had encountered earlier staring at him. The blonde looked away quickly, not wanting to be found.
He could feel him stepping closer, and his heart started beating faster.
“Hey, prince of sweden right?” The man spoke, his voice deep.
“Yeah, Alexander” He quickly regained his composure, it was dark outside, he couldn’t have possibly seen him.
“Yeah? I’m Raphael, second prince of france” He extended his hand, a small smirk plastered on his face. As the other shook his hand, the brunette leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“How did you enjoy the show?” His voice is low and deliberate. The other man's eyes widened.
“What?” he blushed but immediately shook it off, he continued to back off an inch to look at his face. “You’re the weirdo who was fucking someone at a party” he whispered, furrowing his eyebrows in the process.
“Yeah? Next time, mind your own business. Fucking virgin” He whispered the last two words but Alex heard them very clearly. The man then walked off. The blonde clenched his jaw so tightly it almost bursted. He was close to chasing after him and beating him up, but then he remembered he was royalty and that there were consequences depending on how he behaved.
“Alex, mom told me you’d offer me a ride, let’s go” Mikaela came out of nowhere, disrupting the man's very deep thoughts. He could only nod along.
He didn’t say much the entire ride home with Mikaela.
Once he stepped out of the car and made his way to his room shortly after saying goodnight to Mikaela, he had immediately plopped onto his bed, too exhausted to change or take a bath. He then slowly began drifting to his slumber.
His entire thought that night and many other nights ended up being about the brunette, about Raphael.