Chapter Twenty-One
Sahara's POV
"So, tell me, Princess, what's your deal with that guy?" Scott asked while standing in front of the closed door of my room.
I am currently sitting in my bed while brushing my hair. After I finished changing into a much dry and clean dress, Scott entered the room and begin to fire questions to me.
"Why don't you sit there so we could have a much better conversation." I sarcastically smile. He shakes his head and raises his palms to reject it.
"Don't bother Princess, I am just your personal guard after all." I sighed.
"Okay, if you're just my guard, you're supposed to obey my orders and command, right?" I asked innocently, and I noticed his eyes widen. He begins to look around, probably to think for an excuse.
"Uh, er, well yes, but..." I cut him off.
