Vika's POV
"What?"
Henry cried out. "Seriously, you are Prince Regent Asher's mate, not Princess Devi?"
"Shh…" I nodded.
Henry and I were doing our laundry. I was so glad no one was passing by.
Henry gaped at me, eyes as wide as his mouth.
"As a heart attack," I told him. Henry rolled his eyes.
"That's not even funny," he chastised me.
"Come on, Henry, I know it's a big issue. I need your perspective. I don't even know what I'm going to do!" I shook my head, scratching my hair randomly.
He handed me the corners of a sheet, and we lined them up, folding them together.
"Well, are you going to see him again?" Henry asked, his tone strange and concerned.
"Yeah, we plan to meet tonight," I said. Henry shook his head.
"That is such a bad idea, and you know it," he said. I shrugged.
Yes, part of me knew it was a bad idea, but every time I thought about Asher, I smiled and my stomach fluttered.
"Why is it a bad idea?" I asked.