Chapter 153: Powers of the Demon Prince (1)

Conrad sat down on his bed that could fit more than four people in; his face was one of shock at the luxuriousness of the chamber he was in. The princess provided him with a room meant for a prince, he presumed after their meeting and tension between them, especially when he requested a new room that she would give him a regular guest room. He scoffed, no, he was still a prince and one visiting Dunhurst; she would not place him in a room unworthy of someone with such a title.

Unbuckling his cape, he let it slip to the floor and threw his white jacket onto the side, hating the colours that matched his family's outfits. Conrad walked through to the parlour and collapsed on the light blue and gold loveseat, placing his hand over his head before inhaling deeply and smiling at the throbbing pain of his jaw. A girl had punched him in the face; it was ridiculous.