Chapter 6 Mood Swings?

• Patricia’s POV
• I thought it was a good time for me to properly introduce myself.
• “I, uhmm… I’m not sure if Lucy introduced me properly because I had to leave quickly, but I am Princess Patricia Bratton of the Northern Kingdom Pride, daughter of the current King Lovett Bratton the First,” I said, holding out my hand for a shake.
• He stared at it for a while before finally shaking it. He somehow looked annoyed with me or something, and that made my face fall. I guess he noticed it because he then said,
• “Prince Kenneth Paige, from the Western Kingdom Pride. Nice to meet you too.”
• I smiled seductively but acted as if I didn’t know who he was.
• “My pleasure, my prince. Good to have your acquaintance. At least I can say my stay at the University won’t be that bad, since I’ll be close to my kind,” I said, deliberately emphasizing the words.
• He kept a straight face. Up until now, he hadn’t even offered me a chair.
• A tap sounded at the door, followed by a push—and then the annoying squeaky voice of that human husband-thief rang out.
• “Hey babe! How are y—” she paused when her eyes fell on me. I smirked, which made her look a bit confused as her gaze moved to Kenneth inquisitively.
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• Lucy’s POV
• I got to Kenneth’s office two hours before my lecture. I missed him a lot, and I wanted to go grab some breakfast with him and then hit the library.
• I don’t usually knock—he’s used to that. I just tap and open the door.
• “Hey babe! How are y—” My question was cut short when I saw the back of a girl, and I sensed that my man was somehow tense.
• I frowned. I circled around to his seat so I could get a full view of who the girl was.
• I must admit, I was already feeling a little jealous. I don’t take kindly to girls being alone with my man because there have been many instances where girls have thrown themselves at him. I don’t doubt his loyalty to us, but I just don’t trust these girls.
• Getting a full view of who the girl was, my heart eased and I smiled, but I was surprised to see a smirk on her lips.
• What was that about? I wondered, but quickly brushed it off.
• “Oh hi Pat, it’s you?” I sighed, a bit relieved that it was my friend. I remembered that she said she’d come to apologize, but I didn’t think she would be this early.
• “Hey Lucy! How are you?” she asked.
• “I’m good, Pat. Just surprised to see you here this early, since we still have two hours before the first lecture,” I told her.
• “Oh, don’t misunderstand this, Lucy. I just thought it would be appropriate to come and apologize for my rudeness, as I promised you yesterday. Nothing much,” she responded.
• “Yeah, Princess Patricia here said she came to apologize, which I think we’re done with?” Kenneth said, looking at Pat with a raised eyebrow, as if saying I think it’s time to go now.
• “Oh babe, don’t be rude! Pat is my friend—don’t treat her like every other girl. Did you just call her princess? Is that her other name, or is it Kenneth’s pet name for you?” I teased, but deep down inside, I was feeling jealousy rise.
• Why would he call her with a pet name? Is he somehow attracted to her beauty? Because, I must admit, she is the kind of girl no one would want to leave their boyfriend alone with. Her beauty is captivating, and she has class and poise too.
• “What? She’s your friend but you don’t know that she’s a real princess—as in the daughter of a King?” Kenneth asked, looking puzzled.
• I turned to Pat, wide-eyed. I mean, I could tell from the way she carried herself that she was rich, but I never thought about her being royalty.
• I wondered why she chose to be friends with a commoner like me, and why she hid her real identity. Was there a motive behind it, or did she just not want me fussing over her title?
• I shook my head, feeling like I was overthinking.
• “Daughter of a King?” I asked, looking at her, searching for an answer in her eyes.
• “I’m sorry, Lucy. I just wanted to be normal like everyone else. I wanted to make genuine friends without the titles. I was going to tell you eventually,” Patricia apologized.
• I somehow found her explanation plausible, but I also wondered why she chose to introduce herself as a princess to Kenneth. Was she trying to score some points with him? Is she also attracted to him like all the other girls?
• Kenneth turned me toward him as if saying enough about others, I want your attention now. He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me passionately.
• I blushed as heat rushed to my cheeks. This guy truly doesn’t care who sees his displays of affection.
• I tried pulling away, but he held me tightly. I lifted the corner of my eye to look at Pat, a little embarrassed—but I could swear I just saw a scowl and an angry face on her.
• I nudged Kenneth to show him it was rude to neglect our guest while lost in our passion. He pulled away, not happy, and I looked at Pat, feeling a bit shy.
• I was surprised to see her smiling, as if that wasn’t her I saw earlier scowling.
• Am I imagining things? I wondered.
• I turned to Kenneth and told him my plan.
• “Love, I was thinking we should go get breakfast at the cafeteria, then go to the library. Are you done with your assignment?” I asked.
• “Good idea. I was going to come to your room anyway to take you out for breakfast. Just you and me,” he said.
• I felt bad at his emphasis on just you and me, because Pat was here and she didn’t have anyone else to hang out with.
• “Pat can come along with us for breakfast, right?” I asked him with pleading eyes.
• He said an outright no.
• “Babe, I want to spend time with you alone. I guess Princess here can understand…” he retorted, shooting an intimidating look at Pat.
• I swear, my man is the domineering type. I think he should have been born a Royal—his aura is authoritative.
• I could swear I saw Pat cringe at his look. A whole princess cringing at a commoner's words? What is Ken made of? Or is Pat just being lenient with him? Is there something I don't know?
• “Oh no, it’s okay. You guys can head out alone. I only came to apologize, then I’m heading to the bookstore. I need some things from there,” Patricia said.
• “See? She understands. Told you so,” Ken said, but I knew deep down that he intimidated Pat into making that decision.
• We said our goodbyes and parted ways.
• After eating, we headed to the library.
• One thing I love about Ken is that he is as passionate about his education as he is about our relationship.
• Those are the real qualities of a great man.
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