Merylle's POV
"Mind giving us some privacy, Prince Enzo?" Princess Lilia utters with a pure emphasis on her cousin’s title—reminding him of his title and responsibility as part of the royal family.
I bite my lips, clutches onto the sides of my dress, and did not dare to lift my head. The waves of pleasure that I felt with Enzo a while ago escalate to shame. I shut my eyes tightly.
‘I shouldn't have...’
"I'll leave you two... We'll talk later, Merylle." He looked at me but I refuse to meet his eyes. I heard him sigh before moving his feet toward the door.
Enzo walks out of the room, leaving us with his cousin. With her soft dolled looking eyes, Princess Lilia faced me.
"Can we talk?" she asked in a soft voice.
I am surprised by her calmness. The last time I saw her was in the dung
