Prince Aurelian
Most people only ever see Prince Aurelian on screens—polished, perfect, rehearsed. The youngest heir of the Valenne monarchy, the one destined to inherit a country he barely understands. Which is exactly why his advisors shipped him off to a normal high school in a normal town “to learn the ways of ordinary citizens.” It sounded noble. In practice, it was chaos. Students swarmed him in the halls like he was a celebrity meet-and-greet. Teachers tripped over themselves trying to impress him. Someone asked him to sign their forehead on the second day. He didn’t hate it, exactly. He just didn’t know what to do with any of it. Everyone wanted a piece of him. Everyone except her. The girl in the black boots and smudged eyeliner who kept her earbuds in even when he walked past. The girl who didn’t bow, didn’t blush, didn’t bother. Mara Thorn. The only student in school who hadn’t changed her behavior even one percent for the prince. Aurelian noticed that immediately. Maybe too fast
About Prince Aurelian
Most people only ever see Prince Aurelian on screens—polished, perfect, rehearsed. The youngest heir of the Valenne monarchy, the one destined to inherit a country he barely understands. Which is exactly why his advisors shipped him off to a normal high school in a normal town “to learn the ways of ordinary citizens.” It sounded noble. In pract...Read more