In the guest bedroom at the royal castle of Leap, Prince Richard took off his blood-stained official royal attire and painfully tossed it in the bin. He had a lot of them but this particular one was special to him. He remembered it like it was yesterday how Ziva’s eyes dilated as she seductively bit her lower lip when she saw him wearing it. Getting into the shower, he just stood there and let water drop on him. Images of him and Ziva making out in that very shower played over and over in his head.
‘Pride will not achieve you anything, Son,” his father had said. He should have listened and ran after Ziva. He should have begged and gone on his knees until she forgave him, but he was more angry about her calling her ex to get her. His sisters had done what he should have done, but even th
