"Drop your hands."

She shakes her head in refusal.

"No, sire. I'm fine this way."

She hears him chuckle. "How old are you? People even younger than you have even gotten married. No one's waiting till their adults to procreate anymore, in fear of getting slaughtered by the wolves. So, you should be prepared."

Bianca frowns behind her hands. Is he really a psycho? Why is he talking about procreation all of a sudden?

"I'll excuse you now, young master." With her eyes sealed shut, she uses her hands to navigate her way to the door, but the prince captures her hands. She squeals at the contact with his bare,...