"Your Majesty . . . I don't know what are trying to trying to comprehend about what I've said," I whispered, biting my lower lips, but the behind of my face, I was shaking and trembling but showing my flirty skills.
His eyes were focusing on my mouth as they did so. While he looked at it, he chewed on the lower part of his lips. I love the fact that I believe I may be successful in this strategy, and I was really flattered that he was attracted to me.
He had his hands around my waist but was forced to let go when someone feigned a cough. It was my mother. I took a deep breath and tried to hide my shyness despite the fact that she does not know me. Within this one is another luggage that she stowed away.
"My sincere apologies, Your Majesty—"
"I know," Zavier said to her in response, in
