If You Were Mine

Daisy

I was just a servant to the royal family, a nobody in the grand scheme of things. But my heart belonged to Prince Lennon, the somewhat “black sheep” of the family. I didn’t care what others said or how his reputation for being less than caring about tradition followed him.

I saw the same emptiness in him as I had in myself. I wanted to ease him, let him know we were meant to be together.


But I would never be seen as anything more than the help.


Even so, one day, I’d have the nerve to admit how I felt, even if it ended up blowing up in my face.

Prince Lennon

She thought I didn’t notice her, that she was just a royal servant.
She was wrong.


I didn’t care if it was frowned upon if royalty mixed with a commoner. I didn’t care what the tabloids or my family might say. I wanted Daisy more than I ever wanted anything or anyone before.


Just being in her presence made the loneliness in me lessen, made me want her more than the jewels and riches that surrounded me. Being with Daisy would complete me, and I’d have her.


I just needed to make her see we belonged together.