Not What I Want

Peter's POV:

I sighed. Well to be more accurate, I sighed in frustration. I was angry, angry at my father. I couldn't believe he would just sell his own daughter for his own selfish and greedy desires. Furthermore, I could tell my little sister was scared. She had asked me to convince our father to cancel the arranged marriage, but I had failed. Not that it was my fault though, my father was a cunning fox. If he saw an opportunity to gain more power, he would definitely jump at it. My father's lust for power had always disgusted me. I remember when I was just five years old, I heard my mother screaming. I ran to their room and saw my mother crying, tears pouring down her face like rain on very rainy day. She yelled at my father.

"You! ,How could you leave me for another woman!! And what about our son!!?".

She cried hysterically, and my father just stood there, looking at her coldly. He looked annoyed and there was not a trace of guilt on his face. I ran back to my room and cried. Several minutes later, I heard my mother leaving. She opened my door and hugged me.

" Peter, I will be back soon. I will come back and take you with me. Don't worry, I will never forget you."

Those words were uttered by my mother. She hugged and kissed me, then she left. I knew my mother wanted to take me, but I couldn't go with her of course, I was a boy after all, an heir. A few weeks after that, my father got married to Paula Couture, my stepmother. She was kind to me and didn't treat me like I was a pest. Likewise, I treated her with respect and love as if she were my own mother. We had gone through some amazing milestones such as when Petunia was born. I didn't hate my stepmother, because later on, I found out that she didn't exactly want to be married to my father. She was forced to and had to be in a marriage she didn't want. I sighed again and looked out at the starry sky. I was on the balcony and I leaned against the railing. I looked down and saw the city bustling with life. I decided that I would talk to this prince and let him know that I would break his head if he dared to treat my sister badly.

Adrian's POV:

I was absolutely livid. I couldn't believe I was getting married to some rich spoiled brat I didn't even know. I just came back from a war that broke out in a small part of London and when I decided that all I would do when I came back was sleep and focus on becoming King, I heard that I would marry the only daughter of the most wealthy and respected family in England. I went to my father immediately and requested that he cancel the marriage, but he wouldn't budge. Normally, my father and I got along quite well, but this was becoming a conflict between us. I didn't want to be married to someone I didn't love but I had no choice. The King's words were law. I thought about my soon-to-be-wife. She was probably excited about this marriage, not that I could blame her. Who wouldn't want to be married to a prince? And not just any prince, but the Crown Prince who would soon be the King of England. I sighed.

"Well, at least now you will experience what sex is like."

I chuckled when I remembered the conversation between my father and I. I sighed again.

" Well, at least now I will know what sex truly feels like."

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