“Marry me,” Prince Richard repeated, his deep baritone voice making Ziva’s already racing heart flutter.
Pressured, her own emotions betraying her and under his spell, Ziva was about to nod her head and accept her fate when the door opened suddenly. She let out a sigh when Oscar came in, her deliverance for the second time now.
Both Oscar and Prince Richard cursed under their breaths.
“Forgive me, I will come back later,” Oscar said turning around.
“No need, I was leaving,” Ziva said, quickly walking past Oscar, leaving the two men in the room.
“Oh, Hail the Queen!” Oscar shouted behind Ziva who ignored him and continued walking away while bottoming up her dress and fixing her hair.
“You really have terrible timing,” Prince Richard said, shaking his head. He had Ziva on the spo
