《Peace Offering To The Cursed Prince》Chapter 92 - Are You Scared Of Me
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Princess Ellen felt her heartbeat fast as her hands went around the prince's waist. She could not really put her thought together.
Prince Sébastien had a smile on his face as he increased the spread he rid making prince Ellen tighten her hold around his waist. She was so scared of falling off the horse. Her head swirl as they continued. She felt like throwing up but since she could not afford to delay their journey any longer she bites down on her lips and swallow back.
They were only a few distances away from the royal city when she could no longer stop herself. She wanted to ask the prince to stop but she was afraid that she would throw up the minute she opened her mouth.
She tried to pinch him to get his attention but his layers of clothes were thick making it impossible for her finger to do anything. She was desperate and scared that she would throw up on him and get him irritated. So without given it much thought she bite him on the shoulder.
The prince felt the pain, it felt just like an ant bites him but he knew she was the one because her hair was touching his face.
"Are you okay," He asked slowing down the horse. Ellen shook her head to mean no, but the prince could not see her so he did not know she answered.
"speak," the prince commanded in a flat tone. He was irritated by the fact that she ignored his question. Or maybe it was because she moved her head away from his shoulders when he was really enjoying their closeness.
"No... Ellen was trying to respond but she throw up instead. She was scared by his voice that her first reaction was to obey him. Forgetting why she had bitten her lips in the first place.
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Prince Sébastien heard the sound of throwing up so he had no choice but to stop his horse and checked her up.
Jeffery was riding ahead of them so he only noticed after a short while. The Prince got off the horse and help the Princess down. Ellen looked down unable to look at him. She was least concerned about her dress that was ruined. Fortunately, she had not eaten that morning, so there were no food particles but it was still disgusting to have someone throw up on you like that.
"I am sorry your highness," she bowed her head. She could not even imagine what the prince would do to her. "why am I acting so stupidly in front of the prince," she scolded herself. She wanted to be in good teams with the prince, knowing that her survival in Avalon depended on him.
Prince Sébastien raised his brows not sure why she apologized. "Are you okay?" he asked ignoring her apology. He was more concerned about what was wrong with her.
"I am fine," prince Ellen answered her head was still looking at the ground not daring to look up at him. The frown on the prince's face deepen. He raised his hands and touch her head.
"I think you are coming down with a fever," He said. He was really worried about her health.
"I am fine your highness. I think I felt nauseous because of the hoarse," princess Ellen explain.
"Are you sure?" the prince asked not convinced by her answer.
"yes, your highness, it's just the ride," she insisted.
"Then why did you not tell me, " the prince asked. His voice went up a bit. He did not believe her excuse.
" I am sorry, " she apologized again.
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Prince Sébastien frown his brows." was she sorry for not saying anything or what?" he asked himself and pinned his lips to stop a sigh from escaping.
" Why are you sorry," He asked.
Hmm, princess Ellen felt like hiding herself in a hole instead of face the prince's Rage when he realized that she throw up on him. Although the prince was currently facing her and so she could not tell how bad it looked. Still, she knew he would find out and his reaction scared her to death.
" your.. I.. Hmm, " princess Ellen bites her lips. She cursed herself for stuttering. "you back when I threw up... It hmm,..." she left her words hanging.
The prince nodded his head before he hand her water. "You should clean your mouth, " He said. He could not bring himself to blame her for what happened, after all, he noticed she was feeling discomfort. He felt he should have stopped the horse especially when she bit him. But he was too carried away enjoying the closeness they shared.
" Thank you, your highness, she reach to collect the bottle but prince Sébastien moved his hand. Princess Ellen swallowed and tried to reach for it again but he moved his hand again. It happened two more times so Ellen was forced to look up at him.
" Are you scared of me?" prince Sébastien asked the question that has been on his mind. Ever since the incident at the royal ball he had always feared that she would be afraid of him when he lost control. He had ignored his brother that day because he did not want to scare her but then he ended up attacking her.
He could not understand why she was suddenly falling sick. He remembered that Jeffrey told him that she had come all the way to samor without complaining. He could also not tell if riding the horse with him increased her sickness.
"your highness... Ellen was taken aback by his question. He was the infamous cursed prince of Avalo of course she was scared but could she tell him that? No of course not she was still a princess with pride.
" Answer," he demanded seeing that she wanted to beat around the bush without answering his questions.
"yes, my prince," she decided to be honest with him. The prince felt his heartache when he heard her answer but he was grateful for her sincerity. Especially since she addressed him as "my prince" again. That statement was enough to make his day.
"Why?" he blurted out the question before he could stop himself. Of course, he knew why?
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