37. Chelsea

Chelsea

His gaze had bored into mine, then dropped to scan my lips. The firm line of his mouth gradually set loose as his dark eyes screamed the power of his existence that would be able to devour my little parts of body wholly.

However, Instead of letting this temptation consume me, I cleared my throat. “May I leave, Your Highness?” I was hellbent on leaving this hellhole. But he flung my wish to the waste with a shake of his head. Then he approached me, his slow steps closing the distance between us.

Beside me, Princess Lara scowled. She showed no shame in unraveling the mask of envy she wore. If I were in her place, I would have been dead embarrassed.

“No.” He said.

But of course, I didn't give a damn about his opinion. I suffered from enough just because of doing what he wanted me to do until now.

“Thank you.” Displaying that much of my gratitude, I pulled the hem of my skirt and turned away to leave.

“Chelsea.”

I heard him calling my name and the gasps of the other two individuals