Chapter 232

Jayda’s eyes flutter open and Paris stopped her from drinking. “stop drinking.”

“You are my hero,” Jayda said, smiling at him, touching his chest, and feeling his muscles through his shirt. Most of the women at the castle had a slight crush on Paris but he belonged to Shysie so none of them will dare act on their attraction to him. While Shysie was on trial, some of the women even argued about how they should go about deciding who gets to pursue Paris.

“This hero is mine,” Shysie said, pulling Paris away. “I was wondering where you ran off to,” Shysie said, wrapping her arm around Paris and walked him back to their room.

“I was thirsty,” Paris lied. He has been with Shysie for the past eight hundred years and has always felt trapped in their love-hate relationship.

“I heard your brother was at the castle today. Did you talk to him about princess Freda that looks like you?” Paris asked.

“Not yet, there were too many ears around and he ran after prince Deacon to help look for th