The Prince's Duchess { Illyria Series 1 } - COMPLETED

Chapter 2: Who are you?

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"Leone, still composing several proposals for the Green Program for this year?" Charles Denton slapped my back while we drank by the bar.

If one were to describe Charles. Some would say his features of having brown hair and eyes would label him as just an average guy.

But any girl who meets him ends up falling for him or chasing him. Upon a more detailed inspection; His brown hair is the color of mahogany while his eyes are hazel with a few gold flecks in them. Definitely not your average man since his reputation as a lady's man is well known in Europe.

I winced and threw a glare at him before I drank my bourbon in one go, the burn of the alcohol was a welcoming sensation to make my usual overworked brain stop thinking.

"Thanks to you, I lost my train of thought," I grumbled.

"We are at one of the best bars, for once just relax okay?" his friend him nudged him and he eyed a slim young woman with blond hair and red screw-me lipstick. "You need to get laid, your highness." he would usually use my title just to tick me off.

I finally followed his gaze and looked at the woman.

And I know what she sees in me.

Although I have been in the dating scene since my university days, I was more discreet than Charles when it comes to bar hookups.

My body build was not really one of those lean yet muscular types that seemed so popular nowadays, My father is a man of heavy proportions. I inherited his stature and his bulk except that I managed to tone down my body's rough edges by hiking and training in Muay Thai or kickboxing.

Compared to Charles, I have the body of a medieval knight yet despite my size, the dark skin and platinum blond hair along with my sharp-angled looks made me look exotic and charismatic. I am aware that I'm not classically handsome but my size and unusual features were too striking that no one could forget me the moment they laid eyes on me.

Apparently the woman was interested in what she saw because she eyed me boldly while she licked her lips. I felt Charles whistled softly when she uncrossed her legs to show us how long her legs are before hooking one over the other.

If I was my usual self, I would smile lazily and invite her over for a drink and maybe to a hotel but somehow her attention oddly turned me off so I just turned my back and ordered more alcohol.

Charles groaned when the woman left the bar in a huff a few minutes later.

"That was unlike you, Leone. What the hell happened?" he looked over. "Something is bothering you isn't it?"

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I managed to transfer us to a private room before I confided what was occupying my mind.

"It's her again."

At that instant, his friend's perplexed gaze widened and he grinned.

"Still chasing after your dream girl? Did you see what she looks like?" he ordered another drink using the private room intercom.

"No, but I held her and I could smell Lilies and Sweetpea. The mere smell of her scent made me wonder if she was real." I explained. Too real to be a figment of my imagination.

"The royal family has a legend regarding this right? The one about how the men in the royal line would often end up with the woman they dream about? Could that legend have some merit to the dilemma you are facing now?" Charles was suddenly serious.