"Just what do you think you are doing?" Anthony asked once more, his voice tinged with annoyance and threat.
Sylteena's fingers slowly loosened on textbooks, setting them back on the table with the hair on her neck erect as the chill down her spine stiffened her from turning to face her dear 'husband'.
She gulped softly, turning to the prince with a bow. "Y- Your Highness —"
"Get out before I drag you out."
Goosebumps coated her brown skin as she dropped her gaze with a remorseful expression. "Yes, Your Highness."
Maintaining her eyes on the tiles, Sylteena steadily paced to the door — but just before she could take hold of the knob — the door pushed open to collide with the side of her face
Staggering to the side, a body then clashed against hers, pushing both her and the guest to the floor as a shower of scattered papers rained on them.
