Isabella's POV.
Omg, he kissed me. Ahmose kissed me and it felt so good that it caused my head to swell. His lips were soft and in that slip seconds, they parted mine with such fiery I never knew existed.
I broke from the kiss and landed a slap on his face. “How dare you, Ahmose!” I snapped.
He rubbed his face where my slap landed, almost smirking at me. “They say if Mohammed doesn’t come to the mountain, the mountain goes to him,” he retorted.
“But you promised me you’ve come to term with the fact it has always been Aches, you promised me!” I cried.
“Yes, I did,” he replied. “-And then I realized it was harder to live with it all the days of my life. I love you, Isabella,” he said.
Whatever Ahmose was saying, I paid little to no attention but rather, I searched the room for Prince A
