"I--I am good, your highness," a dark shiver went through Alora's spine because of the crown prince's dark gaze.
"Don't stutter. I hate it. Are you scared of me?" He asked without moving from his place.
"I--I am not."
"U sure? Don't be scared of me. I am not going to hurt you. You seem way too weak for me to make you my prey. You are a good human. Let me give you a life lesson. Read this sentence loudly," he said handing her a piece of paper.
Alora took that paper with slightly shaky hands. She wasn't scared of him. She was just nervous and that nervousness didn't come from fear.
Her face turned red and her body became sweaty.
