TIARA THORNELLS
I wanted to pull my hand away, but I reminded myself that I wasn't in a position to defy a prince. Instead, I chose to keep my mouth shut, silently shivering as his lips brushed the back of my hand. After that brief and formal kiss, he gently helped me step into the carriage.
“Take your seat,” he said.
He motioned for me to sit on the long, lavish seat inside the carriage. It felt almost impossible to breathe properly, he sat so close beside me that our arms touched, the fabrics of our clothes rubbing together from the proximity. His presence was heavy.
I quickly turned my gaze to the window beside me, trying to distract myself. I caught a glimpse of the other carriage, where my friends were. Already some distance away. Only then did our coachman finally flick the reins
