30

Artemisia

I gulp as I keep myself from being impressed by the sparks exploding on my skin and traveling down my neck and chest.

No matter how much I try, I can’t remember ever feeling such a strong reaction towards anyone. I would prefer I remembered something like this as it pains me that it must be with him.

“Let me go!” I say through clenched teeth, but he increases his grip, making me whimper.

I claw on his forearm instinctively, as if it would lead him to loosen his grip.

“You enjoy it, do you? Teasing me because I’m not like my brothers.” He clenches and unclenches his jaw as he tilts his head, lowering his voice. “Making me pay for the fact that I’m not falling for you like they do.”

Shaking my head to get out of his hold, I only get him to growl. “I don’t know what you are talking about! I just came to talk to you because of our fight.”

“Sure,” he chuckles, tsking. “As if the princess would care to make peace with the plebeian scum, right?”

My eyes widen as he leans ev