TIARA THORNELLS
Terence finally stopped crying and quickly grabbed the chocolate bar that Prince Zatan was handing. Then ran away without looking back. I could only shake my head, a small smile playing on my lips.
Turning my full attention back to him, I saw that his eyes were fixed on me.
“If I hadn’t told you I’d give you a kiss, would you still give him the chocolate, Your Highness?” I asked, struggling to hold back a faint laugh.
He looked away and straightened his posture.
“I would have given it anyway, even if you hadn’t pushed me. I would have changed my mind because that kid was crying,” he defended himself, but I didn’t really believe him.
Still, I was glad because it was clear he genuinely appreciated and liked the chocolate bar I made.
“Shall we go back to your tent, Your
