Screw off, I don't want to see you, hear you, or freaking smell your disgusting scent you gold digging mutt. Ah. . . If only I could say that. Come to think of it, I probably shouldn't say it, even if I wasn't the prince. It's rude. Man, it's like puberty all over again. Why are mate bonds so hard? "Come on Loëk, just a little taste?" She begged, pushing the box of cookies into my face. Remember my tutor's daughter? The one who he wanted to replace Winter with. Yeah, this is her. Dark red hair, blue eyes, and peachy skin. Ample body too. Most men would fall to their knees to get her attention. I'd fall on mine to make her go away. How she managed to get in, I have no idea, yet here she is. "Look Sarah, it's nice of you to make them for me, but I'm not interested. In the cookies nor your affections," I state clearly, pushing her away. "Please just leave now. I don't want to have to call the guards." She frowned and lowered the box. "Your going to call the guards? On me? But Loëk, we've known each other forever! We're practically family!" "We are not family Sarah, we're not even friends." I sigh in dismal. "Sarah, I know what you're doing. Please just stop. I'm tired of this game you play, and I want to part in it anymore."

Sarah's eyes hardened and put a hand on her hip. "Your telling me your not interested?" She confirmed. "Yes. I am not interested." She pressed her lips together and seemed about to scream. Oh no. Ugh. Prepare for the tantrum in three. . . Two. . . "OH THANK GODDESS!!!" . . . . . What? She threw down the cookies and fist pumped the air. "YES!!" She cried excitedly. "I'M FREE!" . . . . Again. What? "Uhh. . ." I look at her uncertainly. She was too busy hopping up and down like she just won the lottery to realize I was still staring at her in disbelief. When she did finally notice she put her hands on her hips and gave me a look. "What? You think I wanted to spend all my time chasing after you like some bimbo? Your not all that. My father forced me to try to get to you. It made me look like an idiot. I hated it, but he made me. But now since you finally told me to screw off, I don't have too and I'm FREE BEECHES!!" She commenced to jumping around again, much to my amazement. Is-is she serious? Or is this just a ploy? Ice didn't seem to care, but I was more confused then a tortoise at a turtle farm. Ok that was a bad analogy, but still.