*The Prince With Dirty Mind*

"Prin--ce Gi-de-on is an as******," Rosalie murmured in her sleep, shifting side on the wooden bed Gideon and Ophelia spent time in whenever they meet here. Gideon had decorated this cave in the mountains for Ophelia, they would sit and eat food while watching the rain and sharing stories in that wooden bed with a soft mattress on it. They would make out but never cross lines because Ophelia wanted to become his wife first. "Of course," Gideon shook his head, nobody would be interested in listening to someone bad mouthing them, and for Prince Gideon, it was hard to tolerate that she was scarring his image. He rolled his eyes at her, deciding to walk away from her when his eyes traveled down to her cleavage. He bent down a little on her to stare at the pendant in her neck. It was a beautiful emerald, but what baffled prince Gideon was that he wanted to anxiously know if it was a daylight pendant. What if Rosalie had that daylight stone, she will be lucky, he thought as he acknowledged h