Thankfully, before they could kiss, there was a knock on the door and a soft voice called out, "Your Highness. Miss Ramona Vye is requesting an audience."
Emira was startled at the sound. The sudden intrusion made her heart lurch, and she instinctively moved to rise from his lap, desperate to put some distance between them again.
But before she could so much as lift herself, his grip tightened firmly around her waist, pressing her back into place so that she was not even able to stand, making it impossible for her to move.
Her breath quickened as she glanced up at Prince Zen in horror. Being a slave and being recognised as one was one thing but to meet someone like this, was too shameful. Did he really intend to receive his visitor with her still on his lap? The idea alone made her skin burn with mortification. Yet he only stared at her as if amused by her shyness.
