Erika's POV
“Why doesn’t she want to go home?” I asked, broth because I was curious and because I didn’t want to seem too eager.
“Her story to tell,” he shrugged, seeing through my ploy and stalked towards me like a predator on the prowl. “Anyway… I was in the middle of something---”
Another knock on the door!
“Your Highness?” A muffled voice came from the other side of the door. “Your presence is required in the downstairs reception room.”
He groaned, annoyance and s****l frustration were filling the room like a toxin.
“It’s so strange having them all address us like that after they all been treating us like family for the past year,” he mumbled and then shouted ‘on my way’ to the person on the other side of the door.
“You’re the King and they’re showing you their respect,” I tried
