Damien's POV
Shouting at her or explaining myself was unnecessary. I never thought of explaining myself to anyone. It has never happened before. Everything I do is once something happens, I do what I need to do to avoid it or stop it from making complications.
I stopped, wanting to glance at Anaya’s door one more time, but I decided against it. There is no reason for me to. I wasn’t supposed to tell her I and the princess aren’t betrothed. Maybe it was good the way she knew we were betrothed.
Earlier, I had wanted to stay clear of her. I didn’t want to have anything to do with her after what happened and with the way I was feeling towards her. Her scent and her lips that always call for me whenever I was around her is overwhelming that I almost can’t control it.
But Anaya, she seemed
