She could not stop thinking about the prince and, more specifically, their kiss. It was her first, at least the first that she could remember. But she had been able to tell, when Damien's arms were around her, their lips pressed together, that it had not been their first time. Her body knew exactly what to do. They would fit together, perfectly, as if they had been that close a hundred times before.
The memory was pleasant, but at the same time almost painful. It made her yearn for him. Everyone-- that is the prince himself, Mistress Deborah, Alex-- had been talking about Damien and Vienna's relationship since she had come here. She had a perception of her feelings, she seemed to have a preference, an attraction, a desire to be near Damien. But the kiss told her more. It told her how much
