Chương 17: Thinking won't help...

Lucian pulled away a lot more slower than he had expected himself to. What had just happened? Did Simon really just kiss him? And why was he not angry at the squire?

He should, right? Kissing the prince without his consent was a reason to be mad, and out of all people, it had been Simon, a boy and a common squire. He should be asking the squire out of his room and out of the castle by now, however he found himself lingering in the aftermath of what had just happened—the warmth of Simon's lips against his.

He stared at Simon who seemed even more confused by everything that had just happened. His eyes were wide with the realization of what he had just done, and behind them was an inkling of fear, one that had Simon trembling and slowly backing away from Lucian's figure.

He had let himself go, fallen to the demands of his emotions. He should have left when he had the chance, coming back had been a bad idea, even if it had been to apologize.

"Simon—"