With every step he took towards reclaiming his future bride, Eric hated seeing his brother’s grip on Anna’s waist tighten, and he hated the cold glare his brother also sent back to him which screamed loud and clear.. BACK OFF, BROTHER. SHE’S MINE NOW!
Despite the warning written in his brother’s eyes, Eric continued across the large room, his mother tailing after him. Before Eric could get to his brother and perhaps be tempted to throw a punch at his face, King Nixon was wise enough to take a step forward from where he stood and he came in-between his two sons. The room went hot with unsaid words that spewed through each Prince’s gaze and body language, while their parents held on by the edge of the straw as they prayed for their sons to recover from whatever madness that spurred their hatr……
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