Heather’s POV

I watched Prince Keith with bewildered eyes, does he really think he is all that, that I would lock myself outside just to sleep in his room? "Do you really think so little of me, prince Keith?" I burst out, the laughter is brittle and sharp. "That I would stoop so low? That I would...sleep in your room? You flatter yourself, Prince."

My mind flashed back to the night before, how we had argued, how he had insulted me even though he had tried to save me from getting caught by ...