"Who? Who are you in love with?" He asked, clenching his fist. He couldn't wait to get the name so he would show that bastard not to play with his princess.
'You, Paul, you are the one I'm in love with.'
Before she could open her mouth to say anything, a knock came on the door, she let out a relived sigh and thanked whosoever that was behind the door in her heart. To her, that person was an angel.
Knock. Knock.
Paul looked at the door then the princess, his eyes studied her, and he scoffed when he saw her happy expression.
"We aren't done yet, I will get my answer from you after answering this." With that, he got up and made his way to the door. If she thinks that this little distraction will save herself and her lover, then she was dreaming.
Paul let out a breath before opening the door, he came face to face with a maid and two guards who were holding some luggage.