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?? I am Queen Milly to you Prince Hayden, ?? the young prince found himself mocking in his mind, coupled with a tone of mocking distain for her irritating voice. Outwardly, Hayden didn??t show any change in his features of being a calm and polite escort. They wandered to a carriage and soon, they were back at the palace in no time. During which, he half hoped that the junk was so heavy, they broke the carriage, spun it wildly out of control??during which he would save the person nearest to him, whom happened to be Sophia??and killed Milly in a fiery crash. Where and how the fire would have come about didn??t register with his fantasy, but it was there. Once they were back at the palace, Sophia followed them obediently, knowing that her presence was not needed anywhere but beside either the Queen or the Prince. The two were stunning against one another, like silver and gold, contrasting and contradicting, despite being of similar radiance. Yet deep down inside, she knew that there could only be one shine in the world that the sky could only hold one at a time, and the sun and moon could not be viewed next to one another. Not without consequences. The moon, after all, hated the sun for overshadowing it. To be only able to express its beauty and love for the sky in the dead of night, where no eyes were set upon it? truly a painful existence. So thereupon appears the stars, coating the world with lovely lights that cradled the moon to keep it company and help overshadow the sun??to help whiteout the sun until it was no more than another mere star in the vastness of the sky. ??Yes, the bazaar was busting and busy today, all trying to touch the royal vaults.? the Prince declared swiftly in reply to his bother??s question. Without a missed beat, his agile body, quicker reflexes than that of a pampered woman, slipped from his stood position towards the proffered seat. Hayden knew the seat hadn??t been pulled out for him, and that Milly had probably been but mere inches from it. Yet his hips would bump her aside if need be, and his bottom landed with a soft plush against the soft cushion of the chair. ??Why, thank you, Brother. You spoil me.? the younger blonde grinned, giving the King a lavishing grin as to take any suspicious bite out of his sudden movement and scoff of the Queen. Hayden was always teasing his brother??s actions, so the servants that were littered around the room, preparing for the supper for them, didn??t seem to blink an eye. After all, the younger male had always been of the pampered upbringing himself, hardened only by his edged personality and war. Their blonde servant tried to hide her grin, finding it almost too obvious at how some things didn??t change, even in the midst of battle??her capture had been but a spared moment when Prince Hayden flirted with her to fool the troops into thinking she was a peasant he had picked an eye for. ??Your Highnesses, if I may ask, shall I dine beside you tonight, or shall I retire to the servants?? hall until you call for me?? she asked Milly, smiling at the Queen like she would to her role model or goddess. Her every action seemed to portray that, often questioned by other servants as to why she found such a liking to the overall, distasteful Queen. When she wouldn??t answer and only giggled like some school girl, they placed it off as a ??girl-crush? one that could not have fruit if the King had anything to say on it.