Charlene
I held tightly to his arms as he carried me into the royal mansion. I had expected him to take me back to the room where my children and I had spent the night, but instead, he walked past the door and kept heading down the corridor.
"Where are you taking me, Your Highness?" I demanded.
"To my room," he replied, and the moment I heard that, a flood of improper thoughts invaded my mind. Images of him kissing me passionately against the wall flashed through my head.
Given our complicated relationship, I wasn't supposed to think like that—especially after what happened with his mother and me.
"And stop calling me that," he warned, shooting me a glare. "I wonder why you find it so hard to call me by my name."
