“I see you made yourself at home,” he remarked. “Well, I couldn’t find your front door in this labyrinth of a castle. So I took a break.” He hummed. “Princess, if I put you down are you going to run?” A tempting thought. “No, and stop calling me princess.” He hesitated, as if unsure whether to trust my answer, then deposited me on the couch. He took a seat next to me and handed me a glass of whiskey. I placed it back on the table in favor of popping the wine open and filling up my old glass. “I can’t drink that stuff.” He shrugged and downed his glass before picking up the one I had discarded.
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