Enzo's POV
"You can now put me down," Merylle uttered. She’s still in my arms.
I look down at her and her innocent soft-looking face welcomed me. Her face was illuminated by the beige-colored light of the palace and her messy copper hair looked so perfect on her.
"You sure? You don't want me to carry you until we reach your room?"
Her soft chuckle echoed in the enormous high-ceiling place. She then shakes her head and withdraws at me.
I gradually put her down. She faces me with a smile on her face. She slightly pull up the sides of her dress, crossed her legs, and leaned forward as she lowered her head as a sign of courtesy.
"Good night, Prince," she said after straightening her back.
"You should stop calling me prince now. I meant what I said." I immediately regret what I said
