Upon reflection I shouldn’t have thrown the vase at the prince. I could see now it was rash and uncouth of me. However, if he touched me again without permission, I would flay him alive…
‘Don’t worry master Greaves, I am quite alright’ I call out from behind the parlour door. I should have known better than to cause a commotion when the Prince’s meeting was supposed to be secret, his identity unknown under his cloak.
I watched as he smugly sat down in the leather armchair and poured himself a cup of tea. Scowling as I pushed the shattered vase pieces in a neat pile for Marie to sweep up later. It was just a kiss, even so… it was… on another level of passionate I had never known. Whilst I had never been kissed in such a way, it didn’t make me want to punch him in his utterly charming face
