Chapter Twenty Three

I hurried towards Noah and caught him before he could fall. He was heavy, but I managed to prevent him in hurting himself. I held him in place, but then he pushed me away and staggered back.

"Noah, please let me . . . You aren't in a condition to take care of yourself," I said gingerly.

"Why did you come here, Amelia? No, wait . . . That's not your name, is it?" he asked in a mocking tone and tapped his index finger on his chin thoughtfully.

"Don't, Noah. I'm still Amelia--- "

"Right, Mia."

"No--- "

"Sorry, Princess Mia," he spat out in disgust and bowed respectfully, mocking me. "Why is a delicate Princess like you out on streets late night? Shouldn't you be at the palace happily manicuring your nails with ten thousands guards outside your room protecting your ass?"

"Noah--- "

"Why are you here?" he demanded while squinting his eyes at me.

"I'll tell you later, once you freshen up," I promised sincerely, but he shook his head.

"No, tell me now." His cold tone pierced through me and I