The Crown Prince's Love
Chapter 48

I continued to gently stroke his head while gazing at his peaceful face. Knowing that he was mine was the greatest gift I could ever ask for.

When we arrived at school, I was awakened by a tap on my shoulder. I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes, realizing that my head had been resting against Randy's. I smiled as I placed my hand on his cheek, and he stirred awake, yawning and stretching.

"Have we reached?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied. "You woke up at just the right time, my dear love," I told him, and he chuckled as he looked at me. "I'm glad to see you in a better mood now, my Pumpkin." "Because I had a better dream this time."

"Really?" I chuckled, and we got out of the car.

I stretched out my hand, and he took it. We walked to our dormitory.

He began telling me about his dreams, and I listened with rapt attention. Even when Hilda greeted us in the lobby, we just waved and didn't say much.

As we reached the elevator and found it empty, Randy continued his conversation. It lasted until we reached our room.

"That's a nice dream," I told him as I rushed to my bed and dropped our bags. As I turned to walk away from the bed, I noticed something on the floor. I quickly picked it up, and Randy noticed my silence and walked up to me.

In my hand was a white piece of paper with words addressed to Randy written in red ink, or perhaps blood.

You escaped the bait, and now your boyfriend will suffer for it.

Randy and I exchanged concerned looks, and as if that weren't enough, we noticed a trail of red ink or blood on the ground leading to our bathroom.

We followed it, and as we entered the bathroom, Randy let out a scream when we saw another message written on our mirror.

'Desmond, you're next!'

~Randy~

I sighed for the umpteenth time as I unzipped my bag, hoping not to return to the room and replace another warning letter in the mirror.

Desmond had wanted to inform my parents about it, but I had stopped him because it would only make them more worried about us and also us potentially being forced to separate. Until I found a way to save Desmond from his peril, I had no intention of telling my parents.

"Are you alright?" Desmond's voice sounded beside me as he stood by the bed, holding his luggage. "Are you all packed?"

I nodded in response. "Yes, I am."

He stretched his hand out for me to take.

"Let's go, the others are waiting."

I grabbed his hand, and we both headed out of the room. Just as he was about to lock the door, I stopped him. "Wait, I want to take another look around."

He frowned at me before nodding in response, letting me re enter the room.

I looked around, noticing how everything was neatly arranged. If someone had broken into our room, I believed it might have been someone we knew, and I was afraid they might return.

"Don't worry, I positioned the camera correctly, and everything will be as we left it once we return," Desmond assured, pointing to the camera hidden in the wall clock.

"Great," I said, and we left the room.

"Let's go." I grabbed his hand again, and we both headed into the elevator.

We exchanged smiles, and just as the doors were about to close, someone shouted and rushed into the elevator with us.

"Your Highness," the most annoying voice I didn't want to hear sounded at the elevator's entrance.

It was Henrich.

"It's been a while since I saw you, your highness." Henrich flashed his perfectly white teeth at me and then frowned at Desmond.

"Well, hello, Henrich," I replied, then I looked away. But that didn't stop him from continuing to talk. "Can you believe we are going on this field trip because we are in the third year, and it's tradition? Don't you replace it stupid?" Well, I did.

I hated that we had to go on a silly field trip, all because of tradition.

When the elevator doors opened, I rushed out, still holding hands with Desmond.

As we were about to leave the dormitory doors, Desmond let go of my hand.

I exchanged looks with him, wondering why he had suddenly done that, and then I saw that a lot of third year students had gathered around and were looking in our direction.

I heaved a deep sigh and looked at him again, and then he smiled at me.

I wanted to be able to hold him in public, declaring him as my own, not hiding him away just to protect the royal family and keep gossip at bay.

"Hey, hey," Sonnia shouted as she rushed toward us, dragging her pink luggage.

Ana and Noah followed behind her.

While Ana was dragging her luggage toward us, Noah was in conversation with a girl who didn't seem interested in his discussion.

"You two went home without informing me," Sonnia frowned as she reached our front.

She slapped my shoulder. "I wanted to see our parents so badly, but I don't have any excuse to leave school, and yet you didn't tell me." She scoffed and turned toward Desmond. "Why didn't you tell me?" She slapped his shoulder. "Apologies, Sonnia," Desmond replied. "Randy and I.." He paused and looked at me for answers, but I rolled my eyes and pretended to look away. "Well, it was not planned," he told her.

"I see," she frowned as she looked from Desmond to me. "Well, if you say that, it's all good. But what I want to know is why you two are looking so lost when you should be in love and..." I covered her mouth before she could finish. "What?" She slapped my hand away. "Why the hell are you covering my mouth?" She demanded.

"What the hell is going on here?" Noah asked as he reached our side.

"And where is the girl you were talking to?"

Sonnia asked her hands on her hips. "She ditched you again, right?"

Noah forced a laugh and pointed to himself. "No, no," he rubbed his hair. "I was not ditched. She was just not up to my taste, and she..."

Sonnia burst into laughter. "Save your stories for another day. We have a field trip to go!" She announced excitedly as a yellow bus arrived in front of the dormitories.