All Chapters of One Night With The Prince : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

/Tristan’s POV/ “You look like shit” That’s the first thing the Prince of Wales heard as soon as he blinked his eyes open. Tristan squinted as the harsh sunlight hit his skin, making it almost impossible for him to adjust his vision. With a groan he sat up, pushing himself against the headboard while keeping his sheets intact. He had no intention of starting his day by flashing his bare body to someone.  The sound of someone clearing their throat loudly had him blink several times.  Zee stood by his bed, a frown on his face. What was he doing in the Princes bedroom?  “What are you doing here?” 

/Tristan POV/ After Jane let go of that scarf because she was running low on cash, they moved to the nearby stall. He wanted to buy that for her instead, but he had no money, and the vendor doesn’t accept cards. The Prince was aware that he could get it for free, but Jane would never appreciate it.  Tristan mentally reminded himself that he should withdraw some cash and tuck it in his back pocket for emergencies like these.  They started talking about the stress of city life and how difficult it is to walk in the crowded markets. It took them more than ten minutes just to navigate to the end of one street. The Prince let out a sigh, his eyes roaming around the narrow streets and people rushing to get out. Everyone was in a hurry.  

 “All right, Princeling. I'm sure you are a fantastic rider, no doubt about it, but I have something important to ask." "Ask away." Jane swallowed. “Can I bail out of the party?” The bartender had no idea how she was going to keep her sanity at the party. Those people scared her. Above all, she didn’t belong in that crowd. It would be so easy just to pick her and toss out of that elite mob. That’s the only thing she kept thinking on her way back home.  “No! I already told you, Jane.” She sighed, staring at the wardrobe full of clothes. The biggest problem was she didn’t have anything that would make her blend in with the crowd. Something that won’t make her an easy target.  Chewing on her lips. “I am scared.” “Of what?” &ldquo

Jane stared at the Queen, her eyes wide and mouth parted.     &n

Jane quirked her lips at the girl in front of her. Who was she? The bartender couldn’t help but admire her beauty.    She was imperially slim, tall and gorgeous. The purple lace dress showed off her curves with a slit

Jane held her breath as the Prince stalked towards them. She could feel the sound of her heart thudding loudly against her chest. Blood rushed to her cheeks. Eyeing the Prince standing in front of Daniel, she shifted on her feet.   

She opened and closed her mouth as the scene unfolded in front of her. The rancid stench of the vomit followed by the Queen's glare on her was making it difficult to hold her stare. Jane heard the murmurs around her, the hushed voices making fun of her clumsiness.    

Jane gaped as those words sank in. Tristan's mother wanted to see her. That's the worst thing she heard in a while. It scared her shitless because she puked on the Queens expensive gown. As she thought about the incident, it made her shiver. What was she thinking?   

A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead as those words sank in. What did the Queen want to talk about? Several thousand scenarios kept running through her mind. The bartender was sure that it had everything to do with the previous night incident. Her grip tightened on the seat.    

/Tristan’s POV/  “Now, with your talk with my mother is out of the way? Let’s get down to business.” He stared at Jane.