Cedric
I was about to walk away when the door suddenly opened behind me.
I turned. There she stood — Princess Gwen — leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes were narrowed, lips pressed into a thin, furious line. She looked every bit the spoiled royal who wasn’t used to being kept waiting.
“I’ve been knocking for what felt like forever,” I said, voice low. “You were inside the whole time?”
“To teach you a lesson,” she replied coldly. “Come in.”
She turned on her heel and walked back into the luxurious suite. I followed. The heavy door clicked shut behind us with finality.
Gwen sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, crossing her legs with deliberate elegance. Her gaze flicked over me like she was sizing up a purchase.
“Anyway,” she said, “I
