21. CONFESSION

The fireworks in the center of the city were lit again. While Pascal pretended to enjoy the yellow light rising into the sky, Crysta had no such thing. The girl was still focusing her gaze on the creature next to her.

Crysta was sure of her guess. She believed Pascal had feelings for her. However, the cruel prince seemed to ignore Crysta's glance.

Pascal knew the true meaning of Crysta's question after the girl saw the pink-colored pearl carried by his men. Crysta had once asked him for that thing.

''The ceremony has already begun. Go with Natasha. The few soldiers who are to escort you, they will be dressed like common people. So the people of Valliant will not realize that there is a princess in their midst. You'll be comfortable in the crowd,'' Pascal said as he put his body aside.

''That's not what I want to hear!'' Crysta instantly became emotional.

Seeing that Crysta's tears had returned, Pascal ordered the troops around them to leave the garden area. Including Monic, who was faithfully waiting on the other side.

Once it was quiet, Pascal wiped away Crysta's tears that were again spilled.

''I don't love Logan or Leonard. This arranged marriage is hell for me. I always loved you. And after knowing that there were signs of my unrequited love, you're talking about something else?''

Pascal smiled a little.

''I agreed to the arranged marriage out of respect for my father and mother. But deep down in my heart, I only love you,'' It was difficult to be near Pascal at the moment, so Crysta turned her back, then moved away from him.

''If that's the case, why not refuse it?'' Pascal's words stopped Crysta in her tracks.

The girl stood with both hands clasped at her sides. ''I'm defenseless, Prince.'' Her fists opened. Her tone weakened. ''What can I do to overturn the marriage plans made by my own father? And if at that time, I had run away from the palace and come to Valliant with the intention of you marrying me, would I have gotten that wish?''

''Of course not,'' Pascal said.

Her heart ached at Pascal's response. Crysta smiled sadly. She felt like the dumbest girl who expected the love from a prince. So she tried to calm herself down by biting her lip.

''I'm really sorry I misunderstood you, Your Highness. I had thought that the pearls were for me. But it seems, you have prepared the pearls for the woman you love. And clearly, that woman is not me.''

''The pearls were for you.''

Deg. Crysta's heart seemed to stop.

''There's nothing I can't do for you, Crysta. I will do everything. Including whatever you ask.'' Pascal turned Crysta's body around, until the two faced each other in awkwardness.

''But you refused it yesterday.''

''I told you, didn't I? That you don't know what kind of person I am?'' Without prompting, Pascal wiped away Crysta's tears. He kissed the girl's forehead, full of love and affection. Embedded with feelings of love that made both of them close their eyes.

''Prince...'' Crysta whispered. She couldn't believe what Pascal had just done to her.

What she saw was no longer the arrogant Pascal. Instead, there was the gentle and loving Pascal. Especially when those burly hands were wrapped around her waist.

''You're too white for my black self, Crysta. Also too good for me who is friends with evil,'' Pascal caressed Crysta's face. His thumb played on the princess's red lips. ''Are you sure you can live with someone like me?''

Crysta's nod was rewarded with a kiss on the flushed cheek.

''Aren't you bothered by a tyrant prince like me?''

''I don't care,'' Crysta replied. She was touched with tears.

''You're not afraid of me?''

Crysta's shake was met with a pinch on the other side of her cheek.

"When did you fall in love with me?'' Pascal was curious.

''Since my mother told me about you. After her visit to Valliant.''

Pascal chuckled. He remembered that moment. He had deliberately entered the palace hall riding a Titan, just to impress Crysta. Unfortunately, Crysta did not come to Valliant.

''And I, fell in love with you when my mother told me about the beautiful princess, after her visit to Orva.''

''You kept it that long?''

''I can keep it for the rest of my life, Crysta.''

They both laughed lowly. A moment later, Pascal struck first. Tightening the embrace. Kissed Crysta's luscious lips. Tasting her lustfully. Absorbing every spot on Crysta's face with his lips.

Since learning the news about Crysta going to visit Lucard, Pascal deliberately vented his anger by going to war. But unexpectedly, fate seemed to favor the two of them meeting in Valliant.

Receiving such a treat, Crysta couldn't stop smiling happily. Especially when Pascal took her hand, leading her to a secret passage leading to the highest castle of the palace. Crysta guessed that it was Pascal's hiding place all this time. Like a room, it was equipped with a bed and things that Pascal needed.

''What is this place?" asked Crysta in amazement. And again, the tower was equipped with 360-degree windows. She could see the view from all directions.

''My place of privacy. Here, no one will be able to find me,'' Pascal replied as he hugged Crysta from the back.

''You mean, no one can find us, is that it?'' Crysta turned around. She rushed into Pascal's arms as the man gave her a tiny smile.

''You know exactly what I mean, Princess.'' Pascal cupped both his hands around Crysta's face as their embrace broke apart.

''I just want to be alone with you. Without anyone interrupting. Without anyone seeing,'' She kissed Crysta's lips gently. ''I always looked forward to you every night. Hugging you. Kissing you. And...''

''And?''

Pascal shook his head. Laughing. Laughing at his wishful thinking. He had just gotten Crysta. So he didn't want her to think bad things about him.

''No. You'd better not know.'' Trying to divert. But unfortunately Crysta was so curious.

''Tell me,'' the girl pleaded, insisting.

Pascal put his hand away. He looked down for a while. Thinking. Searching for good words so that Crysta wouldn't take offense to him. But it seemed, there were no right words to describe it all.

''Fuck you. Sleeping with you. All night long,'' he explained.

Expecting that Crysta would be angry, in fact she chuckled. She even put her arms protectively around Pascal's neck.

''You can do whatever you want, Prince. I belong to you. Everything that belongs to me is yours. Don't hesitate. I am yours. I am yours, Pascal Tristan.''

Wonderful. It's really wonderful.

Understanding the doubt that was still inside of him, Crysta took the first step. Kissing Pascal's lips without shame. Opening the prince's top boldly. Suddenly it awakened the male desire that Pascal had.

This was especially true when Crysta walked backwards with a very seductive expression, approaching the bed as she effortlessly removed her dress. At that moment, Pascal rushed over to Crysta. Venting his pent-up lust.

Tearing off the beautiful dress roughly, making Crysta scream in disbelief. The girl's body was all exposed.

''You tore it?''

"That kind of cloth doesn't deserve to cover your beautiful body, my beloved Crysta.''

''Then how do I get out? I don't want to go out in a naked state!" she screeched.

Instead of answering, Pascal just concluded with a slight smirk. Then brought Crysta to the bed. To fulfill the longing that had been pent up. Touching her from toe to head. Crysta had a very beautiful body. A full chest. Slender hips. Also long legs. Making Pascal intoxicated. Crysta's body was truly like a divine sculpture.

Touching Crysta endlessly. Without limits. Without compassion. Pascal was like someone who had lost his mind.

''Ahh... Pascal... It hurts...'' Crysta moaned as Pascal began to enter her. Splitting her apart. Tearing apart the one thing she had been guarding.

''I'm terribly sorry, my beloved. It's only for a moment. Hold on for me, hm?''

''Nghhh...'' Crysta nodded.

Pascal absorbs every inch of Crysta's body with his kiss. Leaving many red trails. Satisfying his lust and also satisfying Crysta. He's completely driven crazy. Especially when he sees blood on the bed sheets. Which indicates that it's Crysta's first time doing it. Crysta really makes him passionate.

In that tower, the two of them pass a wonderful night that neither of them will ever forget. The erotic sounds that burned their lust, could only be heard by them.

''Please, don't stop,'' Crysta pleaded when Pascal decided to end. She was already lost in Pascal's game.

''Leave Leonard. Never reply to any of his letters again. Stay in Valliant. And be my princess,'' Pascal said while he was on top of Crysta. Deliberately pausing.

''Alright.''

''Obey all my commands and don't argue, hm?" he added again.

Crysta hurriedly nodded. Unable to continue immediately.

''And again, after this you must send a letter to your father. Tell him that you're going to marry me. Understood?''

Crysta nodded again.

Seeing Crysta's attitude, Pascal smiled contentedly. Caressing the girl's face, he kissed her, then went back to fucking her.

''Ahhhh...'' Crysta cried out in pleasure.

Seeing Crysta's beautiful face beneath him, Pascal thought of King Brent right away. Especially when Crysta squirmed in pleasure when Pascal kissed her chest. Pascal smiled slyly, wondering what King Brent would do if he found out that his beloved daughter had fallen into the arms of the prince he hated so much.