"You're welcome to walk the grounds as you please, enter every room that is not locked, and behave as you deem fit, so long as you don't wreak havoc everywhere you go."
Elias glanced down at her, in particular, the wrist that continued to resist him. "Though, I doubt you possess the ability to even knock over a vase."
Her gaze narrowed. She looked like she wanted to slap him, but violence was not her forte. Or so, he recalled. Crown Prince Kaline had trained his daughter as a son, but the young child cried whenever she saw a pitiful or injured thing, even if it was a bug.
"And punishments?" she asked.
"Only in bed."
"Elias," she seethed.
Another teasing smile rested upon his lips. Seeing her try to act so tough was hilarious. When she glared up at him like that, chest heaving with aggravation, he wanted to do nothing more than to push her against the wall.
"Yes, darling?"
"Will you hurt me?"
"Only if you want me to."
"Elias!"
