Lock.
The only word Prince Winston was able to understand. The world around him disappeared as he was in deep thought not until he felt a touch on his arms. He flinched and turned to see who it was, seeing Tine with a concerned face she asked.
"Are you alright, Your Highness?"
Without saying a word, he shrugged Tine's hand off his arm and spoke coldly, "It's nothing to be concerned about." Never had he felt disgusted by a lady's touch it was a first.
"Right, my father recently bought ginseng coming from the far east. I heard it's good for your health. If you don't mind do you want some?" Tine asked as she attempted to touch his arm but was rejected.
"The ginseng would be nice but just a warning I do not like people touching me," Prince Winston said in a low tone.
