章節 107: He Is A Prince?

'The perverted brat is the owner of this palace?! A-A-A genuine prince?! 

'Was I mistaken all this time? To think he isn't some high official serving royalty, but in fact, a royal himself, maybe one of the King's sons…'

Oriana gaped at the man standing in front of her. 

And all at once, it was as if the small pieces of the puzzle began to form a clear image in her head. 

'No wonder the Ahrens are so respectful to him…no wonder he is an esteemed guest of the Wimarks…'

Realizing how during their first meeting, she had stabbed a prince, Oriana felt like one life wasn't enough to absolve her of her crimes.

That pair of blue eyes was looking at her playfully, as if their owner could read her mind, and she was in fact his delicious prey he could swallow anytime. 

"My Lord?" She lowered her gaze immediately. "I mean, greetings, Your Highness."

"You don't seem that happy to see me here," he said in a rather bland tone.