The Prince Is Actually a Princess?!
Chapter 11
[Scene: The Garden – An Unwanted Realization]
Adrian never cared for flowers.
They were delicate, fleeting, and needed far too much care—nothing like the battlefield, where strength decided survival.
But here he was. Standing in the royal gardens. Watching Isla as she knelt, examining a cluster of white camellias like they held the secrets of the universe.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
Did you know these symbolize admiration?
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
You expect me to know flower meanings?
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[mock gasp] A warlord with no appreciation for beauty? Tragic.
Adrian rolled his eyes, but his gaze lingered. Isla was… glowing. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting golden threads over her hair, her skin.
And for the first time—Adrian felt something he couldn’t name.
He hated how she made a game of provoking him. How she seemed to enjoy making him miserable.
So why did his chest tighten when she smiled like that?
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
Enough distractions. We’re leaving.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[pouting] You’re no fun.
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
I’m not supposed to be.
Isla sighed dramatically but rose to her feet.
And that should have been the end of it.
Her dress, too long, caught under her own foot.
And Adrian—without thinking—caught her.
Their faces were too close.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[blinking up at him] ...Oh?
Adrian’s brain short-circuited.
This was fine. Completely fine.
Except it wasn’t, because Isla’s perfume was light and intoxicating, and Adrian could feel the warmth of her breath against his lips.
Isla Rosewood (princess/fl)
[indignant] Did you just—
Adrian Elivara ( Crown prince/mc)
[gruffly] You can stand on your own.
Adrian turned sharply, walking away at a speed that was definitely not running.
His pulse was erratic. His face was burning.
He was not falling for her.
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