Chapter Twenty Four
Sahara's POV
After moments of walking and we still don't reach our destination, I got impatient and finally snatch my hands back. He turns around and sighed.
"What?" he asked.
"Why do we need to walk that far if we could just talk in here?" I raised an eyebrow and he opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "And besides, my feet are killing me."
"Oh, I apologize, your highness, I just remember that you are a Princess, and not used to walking this far." he mocks sarcastically. I glare at him.
"Don't mock me, Lucas, I am still mad at you," I spoke bitterly and I saw guilt and regrets flashed in his eyes. "And for your information, I am not like your typical Palace Princess that do nothing but stare at the sparkling pieces of jewelry and cleaning her tiar
