INFATUATION

"So what's with you?" Liam couldn't wait to ask the question as soon as they were alone and the madness in the main hall had passed.

The two of them were now in the backyard with Andreas and a few bodyguards following behind them. But they maintained a decent distance to give their king and future queen some privacy, not allowing themselves to overhear their conversation.

"What is wrong with me?" Mila asked, her forehead furrowed. She looked at Liam confusedly at his incomplete question.

"You are different Mila, I felt you were a different person when you were in the hall earlier," Liam said, he slowed down and they both walked under the large tree that shaded above them, in the soft moonlight. "Did you plan all that long ago?"

"No, of course not. I couldn't have planned it all. I repeatedly refused you to attend the hall, remember?” Mila reminded Liam. "Who knows…"

Mila pondered for a moment to feel the urge inside her, the strange urge that allowed her to stand on the throne and so