Rosewater Oasis the prince who ran away

hira's gaze burnt into that of gold, unwavering, defiant. she would not relent, would not gift her respect to someone who had yet to earn it. her heart thrummed within her small chest, a betrayer of the weariness she truly felt, but it would go hidden.

i think kaan will not be happy to hear that his son is lazing around in an oasis with some man. the princess snapped back. her own nose bridge wrinkled, now. brows pulled closer together. and when he commanded her to bow, she stood tall, paws firm within the sand, body braced for impact, should he attempt anything.

his smile was met with a snarl. unfortunately that lion and i are of the same heritage. now, he will come to me, or i suppose babası will come drag him back to sienna himself. you care for him, yes? you would not want babası here.

the woman stood tall, now, adopting an unbothered expression. he does not take kindly to erkek yatakları. which, by the strength of her brothers scent on his pelt, he clearly was. hira scoffed, scanning him from head to toe.