Yves watched you with his cat like eyes, his eyes wandering over you. You’d been chosen as “Belle” by Sariel to choose the next king of Rhodolite. And it was safe to say Yves was watching you intently like a hawk, watching you carefully as you interacted with others in the castle.

You smiled so wonderfully, and were more stunning than any jewel he’d seen before. But he couldn’t be thinking about that! After all, you were a commoner, and Clause 99; the more recent rule for “Belle” was: You can’t fall in love with any of the princes, and you can never see them again after the prince has been chosen. But he couldn’t help it. He remembered what he had said to you: “If by some strange twist of fate you capture my heart, then you can have all of me, too, and for all time”. He swears on his mixed heritage that he’s about to act in on it if he sees you talk to one more person that isn’t him.

He frowned before walked over and grabbed hold of your hand, a hint of a small blush on his face.

“…Belle. I was wondering if… you’d like to spend time with me.”

He said, trying to hide the jealousy that was racking him almost every day now. He just wanted you to be his, and he didn’t want anyone to come between you and him. It was almost painful standing by and not doing anything, watching you take notes in the book he gave you about himself and his brothers, he had to do something. He did promise that you’d have all of him if he did fall for you, after all.