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Royal Princess: Doted on by the Mafia King

A man who traveled through time to save his first love has given up everything he had just to help her get her birthright. A Princess who is scared of fighting for that which belongs to her finds someone willing to help her. She however believes nothing comes for free and when he tells her what he wants in return, she finds the deal she is offered reasonable and accepts. She trusts no one and when her walls began to crack open to give way to the handsome man who made himself a terror for her sake, things go south. About the characters: The fashion designer who is a princess and tasked with the mission of getting what belongs to her and saving her people. How long will her walls last high up protecting her? How large will the crack in her walls be and when she faces hardships because of love will she close up her cracks or will those cracks further open? The time traveler who wants her by all means because time is short for him has a fearful reputation so he could be strong for her. How long his patience will last when made to await love for so long and when it runs out, what will it be like? Warning: Slow love Slow vengeance Don't stop reading Enjoy the story and leave a comment Don't expect the love to begin from the first chapter and don't expect a cruel villainess.

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The dinner

For the rest of the breakfast, Rose felt uncomfortable under his occasional glances. She did not feel good about this at all. 

"Do you want to go out on a lunch date with me? I want to give you your ring," he said with a lighter jovial tone. 

That actually eased her worries but made her nod automatically as though she did not want the temperature of the room to get any colder since it has warmed up a little. 

"The king is here in Star City for a meeting so we will meet with him as planned today," he reminded her warmly. 

"Oh. I won't forget," she said with a nod. 

"How is it? Do you like it?" Liam suddenly asked fixing his eyes on her.

"Uh?" Rose asked shocked as her mind went places about he meant by that question.

"The meal, is it to your liking?" he asked her gesturing at the dishes before her.

"Oh, it is good. You made it well," she replied sincerely. She cant remember eating an oatmeal that good.