“Then, what is it?”
I am not entirely certain if it was the concern in his voice edged with desperation as if he really cared, but my patience snapped.
“I know what I got myself into okay!” I raked my fingers through my hair. “I know that all you need me here for is to take down the bishop. But forgive me, your highness, if sometimes I forget and I don’t enjoy being treated like a convenient tool and would rather be back in my room where at least I can be angry and irrational in peace without wanting to throw myself in your arms and kiss you all the moon blasted time.”
The rush of words slipped out before I could stop them and I was left breathless, chest heaving and with the stark realisation that I had just made a fool of myself and yelled at the crown prince.
My cheeks turned so war
