The provocative prince - S01 E12

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The provocative prince - S01 E12

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

Although she was a maid, I want to point out she was the only maid that I’ve ever slept with. I’m serious. I don’t sleep with maids because I have higher standards for the women I sleep with. If you haven’t noticed, I usually slept with models, the daughters of billionaires, and a few of the daughters from the House of Lords. These women were just as private as me and they had no problem with opening their long legs for me.

The maidens, or housekeeping staff, are middle-class and basic women; at least that’s how I’ve always seen them. Generally, I don’t have an issue with these ladies. However, when they flirt with me, I try to decline their advances as politely as possible. At this point in my life, I’m not fond of bringing upon any drama when I know I should find a wife. I’m not the same 21-year-old man that I was, openly accepting women of any status. It definitely mattered now.

Not only status but the personality also mattered as well and Tiffany was a very lackluster person to talk to. Believe it or not, but I really love talking and listening to what the other party has to say. The first time I tried to strike up a conversation with Tiffany, her response was so dim-witted, I felt like I was losing brain cells as I listened to her elaborate on her experiences in the castle. She had only been there for six months at the time so I thought I’d get more out of her, but I guess not. I just concluded her as a decent f--k and never tried having a conversation with her again. Just f-----g, no talking. However, I eventually had to stop fooling around with her. And ever since then, she’s always given me this nasty glare. Sometimes I felt like she was thinking of murdering me in my sleep with a blunt kitchen knife, just to make it more painful. That explains why my bedroom door is always guarded.

“Good afternoon, Your Royal Highness,” they all greeted with a bow.

“Good afternoon, ladies,” I cleared my throat. “I have an interview at three, so I have to look exceptional,” I informed them. I had to look good whenever I’m on television. Not only was it because I was the Prince of Wales, but because I was almost certain that my future wife could be watching the interview.

As the maids were fitting me into my three-piece suit, I heard a knock from my door followed by Troy announcing that my uncle Landon was here. “Come in,” I bellowed. The doors suddenly opened for my Uncle Lance and his wife, Antoinette, or Nettie.

By blood, Lance was a part of the Royal Family and was my father’s youngest brother after my uncle Edward. He didn’t possess a Royal peerage title because he essentially gave up his Royal duties as Duke of Edinburgh to be with his wife in France. Antoinette was the daughter of the 20th Liberian President. They’d been together for over 30 years, even before my parents got married. They met at Oxford University, where Antoinette attended as one of the very few African students.

If it’s one thing I will mention about Nettie is that she aged like wine. She and Lance were the same age, literally sharing a birthday and all. Yet, she looked a good fifteen years his junior, making him look as if he is married someone much younger than him.

Unfortunately, the Queen Mother and King Lionel, my grandparents, didn’t approve of Lance’s relationship. He died not approving of her, which caused some tension between the Liberian President and my family. But Lance, being the dignified man that he is, left the family by title and hadn’t returned to England until King Lionel’s funeral. Lance really shook the table when he came back to England happily married to Antoinette after so many people wished negativity on them.

And just as happy as they usually are, their happiness together was radiating a lot of positive energy into my room.

“Your Royal Highness,” they both bowed before taking a seat in my lounge area.

“How do you feel, Vincent,” Nettie asked first, her voice was rather calm.

“I feel okay, not quite nervous but you never know what bogus questions she’ll as,” I replied as I look at them both through the mirror. I haven’t been in an interview the entire time I was at the Air Force base.