Chapter 85

And with that, he left immediately, happy to be out of the human Prince's clutches.

Well, for the time being. Prince Ron surely has plans for him. How dare he call him a sore loser?

Zedekiel gazed at the beautiful human in his bed and it was such a wonderful sight that a part of him wished he would wake up to every morning. Never did he think he would think such a thing about anyone let alone a human but just watching Prince Ron sleep gave him a sense of peace and tranquillity.

The human was lying on his right, cuddling a pillow. His red curls were sprayed over the white pillows, giving off this warm but vibrant colour. Zedekiel's fingers itched to touch, to feel the texture of the hair. Was it soft? Was it silky? Was it coarse?

However it was, he had a feeling he would like it. As long as it belonged to the human before him.