Chapter 15 - A Truce for the Night

“You?!” Lianne’s eyes rounded at the sight of the man.

On reflex, she moved, pressing herself against the carriage window as much as she could as if he had some kind of communicable disease.

“Yes, me,” was the crown prince’s cool reply. He continued to settle himself inside the carriage, claiming a seat in front of Lianne and acting disinterested in her obvious show of frustration. He was handsomely dressed wearing a black one-button tuxedo suit, his hair brushed up to the back, and his boots scrubbed into perfection. Clearly, he looked like someone who had planned to attend a ball for years.

Their knees almost touched and with this, she immediately felt the interior of the carriage too small for two people.

Ruen sat proudly with his arms crossed waiting for the princess’ expected hostile reaction.

“I can’t believe this,&rdquo