My Fiancée Hates Me novel Chapter 3

Within a few years of his return, I had entered the same academy as Prince Erik.

The Royal Academy accepts Nobles of ages sixteen and above where students will attend for three years before inheriting the family line. There are exceptions such as scholarship students that get in through recommendations. There are only simple classes here because this is a school for mostly nobles. Anything more would require specialized institutions or apprenticeship. The true purpose of this playground is to test our abilities in making connections. In other words, you are tested in how to rule the people.

"Welcome," Prince Erik said as he greeted me with a red rose and a pink ribbon wrapped around it upon me entering the school gates.

"Eek! It's Prince Erik!"

The girls watching were screaming off the top of their heads.

I accepted the rose.

"Thank you, Your Highness," I told him as I gave a curtsy.

This place is a playground for this person.

"A flower for your lovely self," he said as he handed another girl a flower of a different species.

I walked past him after lowering my head slightly.

One of his flowers...that is what I am. I will most likely be the main wife or the true Queen because of my familial position, but even a King will not love their wife enough to not have a few concubines. It was only until the current King that only has one wife, but he is still pressed to have more concubines.

I cannot keep him all to myself...

"Therefore, I do not get jealous..."

Love means nothing to Royalty...

I already finished my compulsory education. Retaking those classes may help with my social interaction, but there is far too little interaction within the classroom for making connections. Having said that, some believe it is necessary to show off how smart they are by attending those classes even if it is unnecessary.

I selected a few social courses, one strategic course, one economics course, a few compulsory courses, equestrian, archery, swordsmanship...etc.

"Arielle!" my friend Charlotte called out to me in homeroom.

Charlotte is a Viscount's Daughter and one of my very few close friends. She has long wavy lavender colored hair and beautiful violet eyes. We met over at a tea party before and have kept in contact since then. Much different to myself, Charlotte is a lovely and very cute free spirited young lady with a presence that makes anyone want to dote on her.

"Greetings, Charlotte."

"We are together again. I saw that you received a flower from His Highness! A red rose? That is romantic."

"You received a flower as well."

"It's a white lily for purity and innocence. You received a red rose...Romantic love!"

"Other girls also received flowers as well," I said.

"I still believe that you are special, Arielle! After all, you are the prettiest girl in school."

"Prettiest?"

I hardly have any traits that I am really proud of other than my mother's strawberry blonde hair and my father's light sky-blue eyes.

"Of course! You are always so blind to your own beauty."

Charlotte always sincerely flatters me. Despite this, I still get embarrassed.

"If anyone, I think you would fall under beautiful with your smile and personality," I said as I grabbed more red thread for my embroidery project for the next class.

Charlotte hugged me tightly in her large chest.

"Arielle!"

"I cannot breathe, Charlotte..."

It was a good thing that we were allowed to roam the school to gain inspiration for our projects. It would have been a bad picture for Charlotte to be cradling a Duke's Daughter in her chest.

I took a look at the rose I was given and saw some words written within the ribbon attached to the flower.

Tucked deep away in the school on a lovely patio with a crisp white patio set and large umbrella, His Highness was sitting by himself with a table full of food and the centerpiece being of my favorite flowers.

"Your Highness, I have received your summon," I said as I did a curtsy.

"Arielle, I am glad that you came," he said as he got up from his chair and approached me. He kissed the back of my hand before guiding me to my seat. "I have prepared your favorites."

"The occasion?"

"Your first day of many."

We ate together quietly as we made small talk about our day so far. I poured the both of us some tea to go along with desserts.

"Thank you for going out of your way–"

"Are you going to keep that tone?"

"I thought that it would be better to present myself this way by using a more respectful tone. We are surrounded by other nobles in this large garden. Furthermore, we are no longer children..."

"Ari, come here..." he said as he motioned me with his hands.

He was using my childhood nickname. In times like these, it means that he wants affection. The type of affection he usually wants is usually the lewd kind...

I tucked back my skirt and slowly walked towards him.

"Yes?"

He had pulled on my wrist and thrown me roughly onto his lap with my back facing him.

I thought my heart would stop when he threw me.

His nose rubbed against the nape of my neck. The sensation made my body slightly tingle.

"Ari, you smell nice as always."

His hands gently and slowly made their way around my body. He had quickly unbuttoned the top buttons of my pinned-up collar.

"Prince Erik, we are outside..."

He brushed his lips against the back of my neck.

"We are alone, yes?"

"I do not believe that is the point," I said as I turned towards him and placed my hands over his mouth.

He closed his eyes and began licking the palms of my hands. I quickly retreated and turned away from him.

"My lovely fiancée is so unbearably cute."

His Highness had picked up a strawberry and placed it between his lips. He had then pulled my chin up towards him. We joined together with a strawberry between our lips. Our wet kiss was mixed in with much saliva and sweetness from the strawberry.