What was she doing? Faustina stared at the king with a bewildered expression in her face.
She kissed the king.
She did what?
"Your majesty..."
The king rose, eyes glinting from the light of the fireplace. Soon, his lips found hers, and that's when it sunk to her.
The minty taste from his mouth. It sent shivers down her spine—not because of the taste, but it was the feeling of a kiss. It wasn't her first time being kissed, but it was the first time she felt this way.
"Faustina…" The king uttered. He leaned into her neck, and planted a light kiss against her skin. "I'm sorry."
Faustina stared.
"I won't go any further," he exclaimed. "not until you allow me to."
Faustina stared at the king.
"I…" Faustina bit her lips. "I want this."
The next scene was a blur,
His hand gently held Faustina as he lifted her up as he headed towards the bed.
