At Royal Academy in Prince Scot’s fencing hall locker room.
Meryln broke off the kiss, breathless. “I have to go before rumours spread around.” She had already spent fifteen minutes in Scot’s locker room and could not afford to stay any longer. She was about to open the door when she remembered how he always messes up her hair. “I need a mirror to fix myself.”
Prince Scot chuckled. He messed her hair on purpose. It was childish but he felt that if his potential rivals saw her leave like that then they would stay away from her. “There’s a mirror in the first cabinet” he said, changing into his fencing gear.
Meryln opened the cabinet and saw the mirror mounted on the back of its door but what she saw in the opposite door made her heart sink. The walls and ice she once had around her hea
