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“You shouldn’t be here.”
He was cut off. These were the very first words Pedri spoke to him. Naturally, Ferran was taken aback by the sudden, unprompted hostility
Whatever greeting he had expected from Barcelona’s golden boy, it was definitely not this. Had he entered the wrong room? Ferran took a quick glance past Pedri's shoulder. No, this was definitely the first-team locker room. Maybe it was a joke? Maybe Pedri was just messing with him? Yeah, that had to be it.“Nice to meet you too. I’m Ferran.” He said, extending his hand. Seconds passed, Pedri didn’t shake it, but Ferran didn’t pull it back either. “But I guess you already knew my name…” he trailed off, sounding far from his usual confident self.
“Yeah, I guess I did.” Pedri replied dryly, narrowing his eyes.
This wasn’t the same Pedri he met on that beach.
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Ferran signs with Barcelona, eager to be back in Spain and play in one of the greatest clubs in the world, only to quickly realize that not everyone shared the enthusiasm for his addition to the team. And maybe he cared too much.- Language:
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22 Aug 2026
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Prince Ferran has a lot on his plate: a crown he doesn't want, a mother who won't stop meddling, and a wedding he's trying to avoid. The last thing he needs is a new guard who's too quiet, too serious, and way too easy to stare at.
Ferran thought he had a plan. Then Pedri showed up.OR: The medieval royal Ferran x Pedri no one, and I repeat, no one asked for.