She sighs as she took another sip of the rose tea prepared by the crown prince earlier. It has gone cold but she sipped it ever so slowly, trying to make the tea-filled cup last until his return.
She looked outside the window and wondered how she could be so at peace in her situation. She has just been kidnapped by his royal highness, she tried to remind herself.
It must be partially attributed to the fact that her abductor, the crown prince himself, has been on his best behavior during this time.
She wasn't forced into anything except his dizzying, mind-blowing, sensational kisses. She pressed her thumb against her lips, tracing the velvet-like petals that have been subjected to his frequent assaults.
She thought her lips would go numb just from how often he has been kissing her. Torrid, almost violent kisses that always result in her feeling warm all over.
