There's a fluttering in her stomach when he says that. However, she stays indifferent. The feeling of danger still lingers in the air, and Bianca becomes extra conscious of the prince's movements. "Don't come closer." She swallows.

"It's my castle; I can move wherever I want." He strides slowly.

When he reaches her, he inches his face closer to hers. To him this is all for fun, and pleasure— he enjoys seeing her get flustered, he enjoys the look of confliction on her face whenever he leans in.

"Move away now." She orders him. "I'm not stupid enough to let what happened last time repeat itself."

A low laugh rumbled...