Hazel's POV
He took a good look at my dress before finally bringing his eyes up to look at my face.
“We will need to change these clothes of yours,” he murmured.
I gripped the sides of my dress, looking down at it. I didn't see anything wrong with the dress, maybe it was a little bit off but still, it was a very nice dress. Norland gave it to me.
“What will be my task for today, Your Majesty?” I asked, ignoring his comment on my dress. He shook his head.
Taking a few steps, he got closer to me and my breath seized. I didn't want him so close and shirtless as it made me squirm and want to run my hands over his broad and very tanned chest.
“I can see that you came to prove me wrong, right?” He raised an eyebrow. It was weird of me to notice but he does that a lot, same with Damien
