Francesca stopped blinking as she landed on Andrew. Her nose brushed against his and she promptly moved up.
"Your Highness, let me go," Francesca said in a low voice.
"No. I didn't pull you down to leave you," Andrew asserted, smiling at her. He lifted his hand slightly from her waist and rested it on her back before flipping her. "I drank very little," he said.
"His Highness is heavily drunk," Francesca corrected him.
"Call me Andrew," he urged.
"I do not dare to," Francesca replied.
"Why? Only we both are in your room," Andrew opined. "Are you not happy to see me?" he asked.
"Umm… No. Prince Andrew should have been sleeping in his chamber in the palace," Francesca stated.
