Prince Is Liar

Clara

Everything ached. I took snatches of sleep whenever I could, but it was hard to calm my nerves down enough to rest. It was especially hard when Prince Legiere also woke up now and then beside me. Most of the time, he would yawn, doze off, and sleep with his arms cradled around me.

But sometimes he would wake me up and play with me, and then he wouldn’t let me sleep until we both lay on the bed gasping for air.

The sharp, excruciating pain between my thighs soon ebbed into a dull ache. Sometimes, it almost felt better when he pushed his cock inside me and made me squirm with pleasure. He liked it rough – that much I should’ve known from the outset. I had held on to some fragile hope that he would be tender and loving with me, but now I wanted to laugh at how deluded I was.

If any servant or royal healer came into the room, Prince Legiere would rouse himself, yawn, and then throw things like vases or books at them. He barked at them to leave, and they scattered away to the four co