Chapter Fourteen

"If I'm going to stay in the palace I want to at least have my freedom," Thalia blurted.

Maybe she wanted to reduce the sexual tension between them and in the room. He had already put his huge coat on her and they were once again in a staring competition. A competition she knew wouldn't end well if they continued.

It was likely to end in a makeout session, initiated by her.

"Why so suddenly?" He asked.

"Why not?" She shot back, still trying to control her breathing. "Who would choose to be locked up? I want to at least try to regain my freedom."

"Fair," he agreed, his eyes trained on her lips.

"I was only a few minutes to either a violent mental breakdown or going berserk from doing nothing and battling with boredom." She told him. Thalia was confused as to why she always became so talkative around the prince. Maybe she felt comfortable with him in a way, which was weird.

He chuckled and Thalia squirmed trying to contain the butterflies wreaking havoc in her stomach. Even his laughin