I didn’t know how we went back to his room. My mind got stuck with the idea that he is a prince. Is that why he always calls me princess?
“What are you thinking?” he asked. Perhaps he noticed that I have been quiet since we finished dinner.
“Are you… Are you the prince?” I asked hesitantly.
“Yes, I am your prince and you are my princess.” He said while taking my hand then kissed the back of it.
“That’s not what I mean. Are you the Prince here in your kingdom?”
“Does that matter?” there he goes again.
I looked at him seriously without saying anything. He sighed before offering me his other hand.
“Come…” he gently said so I put my hand over his and he pulled me back to the balcony.
My cheeks instantly burned as I remembered our heated moment here earlier. I tried to push it off my mi
