As our lips parted, Prince Dante stared at me in shock and I knew I was done for.

What was I thinking ? Why did I let that strange voice talk me into making such a big mistake?

He'd probably throw me out of his camp or worse—kill me for forcing myself on him. 

What have I done to myself?

"I'm…I'm sorry, your highness.." I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Dante darted his gaze from my eyes to my lips and then back to my eyes, his face void of any emotions and I tried my best to look for the nearest possible exit.

But before I could...