[Irene Miles’ POV]
“Prince, what happened?” I tried to walk by his side, but his long strides were quicker and I couldn’t cope with it. I grabbed his hand, “please stop! Did I offend you? Are you mad at me?” I asked impatiently. There was a painful fear deep within me seeing him try to avoid me. I wanted him to look at me.
He stopped, without looking at me. He said, “you… called his name effortlessly, but you haven’t called me by my name even once. It’s always a prince. Am I not qualified to hear my name as casually as you called him?”
It was nothing I expected. It wasn’t even that big of a deal for me, but he looked serious when he said that. Well, there wasn’t a time when he didn’t look serious, but I could differentiate between his seriousness and their level. “Uh… I call you prince
