"Let's go to my palace," Isabella said, adjusting her dress while trying to hide the intense blush on her cheeks. "I want to catch up on everything that has happened."
"Hey, I'm not that easy," Ethan replied with a smirk, placing a hand over his chest in a dramatic gesture. "At least you should buy me a drink before taking me to your bedroom."
Isabella stared at him for a second, confused by his sudden objection, until the innuendo fully registered in her mind.
"You are an idiot...!" the princess gasped, her eyes widening as the red hue invaded her face all over again.
"Alright, alright, don't get mad," Ethan teased, raising his hands in mock surrender. "If you want, I'll strip right now."
"Ethan!" she protested, turning around in huff to march down the corridor at a hurried pace.
