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He's already cracking his knuckles.

    ❝   indeed.   these  are  special  incense  used  for  meditation. ❞   when  he  was  seated  he  was  much  less  daunting,  in  all  honesty.   certain  things  called  for  meditation.  in  his  case,  he  felt  like  his  mind  was  feeling  less  spacious,  less  open,  less  focused.   he  often  sat  with  special  incense  &  nothing  but  the  sound  of  nature  in  order  to  free  up  space  in  his  mind.   ❝   if  you  feel  the  need,  you  may  join  me.   ❞

“ maybe ” he responds with a smirk, testing his luck to see if it’s the type of thing she’d be jealous about. it’s no secret that cody constantly wants candice’s attention whether it’s positive or negative, needs jealousy to spark between the pair — it makes things more fun. they’re the last two from the group left in the booth of the bar and cody’s slouched back on the seat with his back leaning into her side, hand smoothing over her thigh “ i’m not gonna fuck her ” he’s a little tipsy, turning to look at her with that smug look on his face “ you care if i did? ” he won’t — not as long as she’s right here with him, candice is the only girl he wants

“you told me i was pretty when i looked like a mess.”

while the prince knew that it wasn’t uncommon for people to lie directly to his face for their benefit, he never expected such behaviour from his future betrothed. a few nights before being formally introduced to the individual that his father had chosen him to marry, he spent the most magical night dancing with someone who managed to capture his entire being. only to discover on that fateful day that the individual who had been dancing with him was his betrothed all along. they had lied directly to his face about who they were and why they were visiting. was that a sign of what his future marriage had in store for him? a relationship not only based on convenience but lies. he had spent so much time confiding in them about how fearful he was that he wouldn’t be a good husband and that he didn’t want to marry someone he wasn’t truly in love with. was their sympathy all for a show? when it came time for the two to retire for the night and share a bed, he purposefully laid as far away as he possibly could from them. still, he felt their fingertips brush against his back, jaw clenching as he pulled away from them. “you don’t deserve to touch me. the only reason you’re even in this bed right now is because it’s what is expected of us.”

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