“I give up,” I announced, throwing my pen into the pile of papers and notes on the table. “I can’t study anymore.”
Nicholas, who sat beside me, was unfazed by my outburst.
“You can’t or you won’t?”
I shook my head. “I can’t. My brain has turned into mush.”
Turning his upper body around so he faced me, he propped one arm against the table to cup the side of his face with one hand while the other he hung on the back of my chair. All the while, he regarded me with amusement. “Shouldn’t you try harder? After all, my time is precious, Wendy.”
“I didn’t ask you to tutor me,” I muttered.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing,” I sighed, picked up my pen, read the next problem in the workbook and started solving it in my notebook. “I am truly honored, your Royal Highness, for taking some of your preciou
