BadTemperFake's profile picture. The name is Adam. I'm a prince with a bad temper. I may be handsome, but why do you care? #PerfectlyRefined

Prince Adam.

@BadTemperFake

The name is Adam. I'm a prince with a bad temper. I may be handsome, but why do you care? #PerfectlyRefined

[A laugh escapes my lips as @HeCallsMeBelle answers] Oh, really? You have to have heard things about my attitude?


[I arch a brow at @HeCallsMeBelle's words, wondering what she means] A bad influence, huh? You can't possibly think that I'm a bad --


-- trying to hold her tongue] Really, @HeCallsMeBelle? Even when your father has worked for my family for years.


[I wave a dismissive hand toward @HeCallsMeBelle as I let out a laugh. There was something about her that I liked. I could tell she was --


-- have something in my teeth? Or did you not ever learn that staring is considered rude?


[A smirk creeps onto my face and I'm certain that I will get away with anything. As @HeCallsMeBelle looks me over, I chuckle] What, do I --


-- her that I wasn't quite sure about.] You must be Belle, right, @HeCallsMeBelle? Please do sit.


-- girl followed behind him. This had to be @HeCallsMeBelle, coming to do my command. She was pretty, but there was also something about --


-- all so simple. A sudden knock on the door broke my thoughts. As I allowed the person who knocked to enter, the family doorman, a young --


-- be no absolute problem. I'd just throw a fit, possibly threaten a few strings regarding her family, and I'd get what I wanted. It was--


-- previous man's daughter, so I was told. I had only seen a picture of @HeCallsMeBelle once. But I could already tell that she would --


-- deteriorated. But in the meantime, another servant would take his place. A girl. What was her name? I think it was Belle. It was the --


-- with me, which was something that none of the other servants could say to. I was secretly devastated when I found out his health has --


-- was one man I had secretly grown to like. Of course, no one else could know that. He was well-mannered, as in he never lost his temper --


-- at some point or another because of me. They couldn't handle me. It was okay, though. I didn't like any of them either. Except... There--


-- apparent spoiled and snotty attitude. But, I thought as I turned to look back at the desk in the office, who cared? They all had quit --


-- getting taken care of by the family servants. I had been through several care takers and nannies, all of which couldn't handle my --


-- the perfect, happy family. But in reality, my mother was non existent. My father never cared enough to play "dad", so I grew up --


Loading...

Something went wrong.


Something went wrong.