Navir led the guards for patrol as he did everyday through the same path which led to their patrol ground where they would either have sword fights for training purposes or try to win a fight against the crown prince before they returned to the castle which would be about the break of day.

            
Navir led them through as they rode on their horses when suddenly he stopped, therefore making the guards behind him halt their horses as well, few gaining a neigh from their horse.

                  
He paused for a while and when he didn't feel it again, he tried briting his horse when he felt it again.

       
That spark, that tingling feeling that left him restlessly yearning for more.

                 
Shutting his eyes briefly, he breathed out before redirecting the direction of his horse.

      
             
"Your Highness?" Came a confused tone from Zaphron who was as lost in confusion as the guards behind him.

          
 "You're leading the wrong path, this leads through the village market."

Zaphron’s confused face wrinkled even more when Navir acted like he didn't hear what was just said and continued the path towards the village market.

             
Seeing as the prince always did things out of the contrary book, he gritted his horse, following the prince, therefore, the whole guard changed their course as well.

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Navir had no idea what kind of mixed emotions he had when he halted by a fish stall the moment he saw her standing a few feets away by a nut stall.

               
The spark which he had felt faintly before seemed like it was exploding Into bits creating a tingling sensation.

        
It felt foreign and new but definitely felt pleasing.

                   
He gulped slightly before unmounting his horse, giving it two small parts by its neck before taking steps towards the woman who currently had her head bowed in respect.

                  
Coming to stand before her, his face frowned upon seeing what she was in. He could barely call them rags if they were compared to what he called clothes and this alone gave a mixed feeling of displeasure which oddly wasn't from him but from something inside of him.

          
That thing in him which usually took control over his rational thinking whenever he lost himself to it.

            
It was reckless, brutal and usually didn't think logically, rather, it used an animal like instinct so as a referral, Navir called it his beast cause that was the only suitable name for whatever that was and presently standing before it's mate, the beast was raging and banging at the top of his head to be let out at the displeasure it felt from what his mate was in.

                
"Lift your face." He cursed himself immediately cause he didn't mean to sound harsh but his beast was currently awake and annoyed.

              
Her petite figure shivered slightly and Navir didn't miss that action before her head rose up.

            
 Razia was beyond scared at the moment, was she going to be executed for the earlier disrespect she showed by staring at his royal Highness.

                  
Her fears clouded her head even more when he harshly asked her to lift her face and obediently, she slowly did and for a moment there, she would've  sworn she saw a tint of gold flicker through his eyes for a quick second.

               
Even though her body was shivering slightly from fear, she couldn't help the thoughts which immediately clouded her head. Immediately her eyes made contact with such beautiful hazel eyes.

              
His hair was long and as black as night, his skin was slightly pale but as fair as buttermilk.

                 
She had heard stories about the fourth prince of vetrish but All those rumors couldn't sum up to what she beheld at the moment.

    
He was a perfect description of handsome and beautiful combined.  

    
Such feminine features but at same time, manly features balanced it perfectly.

             
"What is your name?" She was cut immediately, his voice registered in her head.

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Seeing her trembling frame before him, Navir cursed  himself once more and this time, he tried taking a soother approach which failed once more as she shivered at his question.

              
"R-Razia Gravandor, your Highness." Her voice trembled, earning a displeased frown from Navir who was losing himself to his beast which didn't like being feared by their mate.

               
He could feel his beast etching from the side of his head wanting to take over and at that moment, he knew this wasn't the time to talk to his mate.

               
Reluctantly, he turned around, taking a step while fighting with his beast who didn't want to depart from their mate.

He walked over to his horse.

      
Mounted it and britted, changing it's direction back to their actual Routh which led to their usual training ground.

              
The guards could only follow behind not understanding a bit of what went on inside this insane Prince's head.

 
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Before sunset would even Dawn on vetrish, news had already spread like wildfire over the Prince's appearance in the market.

         
It was rare to see the prince in places such as that and only on rare occasions have some even set eyes on any of the princes of vetrish.

        
The news circulated all over town and soon enough, word got to Fina who doubted it at first laughing her eyes out at the petty jokes of her friends but  after hearing from some other villagers, jealousy was beyond what she felt.

                 
She reported  to Ellen, making sure to twist the story to her liking.

            
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"Get up!" Yelled Ellen to Razia who was currently crying while feeling the stinging pain from the slap she just got.

             
"I send you to the market to get groceries, but instead of groceries, what do you do, you go about seducing men? Huh?"

"No mother I...."

       
SLAP!

      
Razia’s small frame thumbed to the ground once more as her cheek felt like four bees had just stung at it.

       
"Shut up! You don't talk when I am talking, understand?" she shouted. "Now go to the kitchen and wash those dishes!"

"Y-yes mother." Razia’s voice cracked with tears Rolling down her cheeks as she walked out quickly.

    
"Ungrateful slug!" Elen muttered beneath her breath as she watched Razia's frame disappear to the kitchen.

             
She couldn't help the anger which boiled in her when she had found out about the crown prince's encounter with that witch.

        
People like them could only wish or dream of encountering royalty and  She couldn't help but wish it was her daughter who had that privilege but to her sour luck, it was this little witch who lived in her house.