Capítulo 371: I'm not eloping, I'm scheming

[~~STATS~~

Caleb Nord de Ceiori - Heir Apparent of Ceiori

Class: Royalty

Sex: Male

Age: 31 years old

Height: 6 feet tall

Weight: 169 pounds

Hair color: Black

Eye Color: Blue

Skill: Diplomatic Voice, Shrewd Intelligence

Mood: Sympathetic

Kinks: Dominance, Degradation]

"Please don't scream. If it's discovered I'm communicating with you I won't be able to help you." Caleb said bluntly.

"I don't need you to help me, thank you very much." Isabelle hissed at him. "My men and I didn't murder your father."

The prince lifted a hand from the water to brush a damp lock of hair back from his face, brushing it out of his face and fixing his hair with a quick comb of his fingers.

He looked absolutely.

Stupidly.

Annoyingly hot.

"I'm quite aware you didn't." He settled in the water, resting his arms on the sides of the tub. "Had I believed otherwise, this meeting would not be occurring."