Who does she desire? She thought. Her breath became quick and shallow, her eyes shining with desire, her hand coming to rest against his chest, and her heart beating with a fierce intensity.
"My. Princess." He whispered, his voice low and husky. "Do you have anyone you desire? Which colour do you love the most?"
"Oh, co–colour," She murmured, realizing he was asking of the colour instead. Their faces were still close and she was finding it hard to speak. One mistake and their lips will lock, but it seemed he didn't care.
"My... Lord," She kept stammering. "The... And purple? What does it mean?" She suddenly asked, her eyes searching his face.
"The door," He said instead and finally moved away from her.
"What, my Lord?"
"Someone is knocking at the door." He said and Gabriella turned to the doorway. A lady in a maid's uniform was walking in.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, your Highnesses." The lady said and bowed.