A Night with the Crown Prince I

Time seems frozen. It briefly pauses before restarting, but this time it moves more slowly. All I can hear as it passes by is my tense breathing and the constant hammering of my heart. I appear to open my lips, but I know I can't say anything to refute the crown prince's charge. If it's called that, it's because this individual is accusing me right now.

I feel trapped in this circumstance. I'm hardly able to move. It's difficult for me to even raise my head to appear as if I'm nodding without significant resistance.

Before I can even comprehend what is happening, I feel a warm, regal breath touch my skin as his long, fair-skinned finger moves up and down over my jaw while he chuckles.

As he never did anything other than ignore me and act as if I didn't exist in the past, or even in my prior existence, this may be the first time he does this to me and the first time we have been this close.

So, what causes him to look at me right now? I hardly know him, but given that he also knows the