Amelia
My cheeks heat, and my heart thunders in my chest. This is just like when I walked in on Prince Owen naked in the orphanage basement, back before I knew he was a prince. Except this is way worse, because now I’m the one who’s naked.
The prince pats me on my bare back while I continue to choke up water as if it’s not completely inappropriate for him to be so close to me while I’m naked. “Were you drowning? What happened?” he asks with concern.
I slowly regain my breath, giving him a bewildered look. Why is he just standing there when I’m clearly trying to cover myself up?
“What?” he asks when he notices the look.
I can feel my cheeks heating even more as I sputter, “Get out!”
He furrows his brows as if he’s confused by my request. “I was just bringing by some bathing supplies
