''I liked the food but on the contrary, I liked watching Your Highness eat even more.''
Rafael said it like a passing statement but Amara felt her face heating up. What was he even doing saying such things out of blue?
The princess grumbled and waited until he finished drinking water before she wiped her mouth and got up from the table, ''Let me help you clean.''
Except, she got a fleeting look from the man that simply said—Get yourself a comfortable spot and sit down.
Amara wanted to insist some more but then, he did not give her the chance to so she settled down on the couch. Perhaps because of the cold weather, she brought her legs up to the couch and leaned back in a comfortable position as she watched Rafael moving back and forth.
Even when he was doing something as mundane as cleaning, he seemed like a supermodel on the runaway. All his movements were clean and had precise control. The way he even lifted the bowl seemed aesthetic to Amara.
