Luca’s pov
I could tell my sister was pissed as she dragged me away from the dance floor. She pulled me out of the hall and away from the entrance. When she faced me and crossed her arms across her chest, her face was wrinkled in a deep scowl.
“What were you thinking? Did you seriously think it was okay to ask the princess to dance with you?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Why not? It is just a dance.”
She stared at me as though she couldn’t believe her ears. “What the hell is wrong with you, Luca? Sam is the princess of the south and is someone else’s fiancée. And that someone else is none other than our crown prince. How did you think it would be acceptable to ask her for a dance? And that too, in front of both kings? Have you gone mad?”
I felt like a boy who was scolded for eating too
