“Please put me down, Your Highness, this is not proper…” She whispered, ashamed to be carried by the Prince when she was a mere slave and meant to serve him and not the other way around.
He did not reply back but merely carried her to the door of the storage room. He leaned down and pressed his elbow against the lever that opened the door before taking a peek out into the hall. No one seemed to be around so he opened the door more and walked down the hall to a narrow stairwell, going down only a few flights before heading into another hallway and stopping in front of a small door. He finally placed her on her feet before fishing out some keys from his pocket and unlocking the door, guiding her inside.
The room was small, being mostly taken up by a large mattress. Multi-colored silks hung
