Corny Bastard

Camilla collapsed onto her bed, exhausted, only to be startled by a familiar voice from the window.

"Was my presence that easy to miss?" Prince Thane asked, his tone laced with amusement.

Camilla jerked upright, her gaze narrowing at the unwelcome visitor.

"Not a 'I miss you' hug, I presume?" he asked dryly.

Prince Thane chuckled, approaching her. "You shouldn't be here, Your Highness," Camilla warned, her voice rigid.

Thane's expression turned serious. "I came to see you, Camilla, and to apologize."

Camilla's sarcasm dripped like venom. "Oh no, I don't think the Prince has done anything to apologize for."

Thane's eyes locked onto hers. "I'm sorry I messed up without knowing. Every arrangement was made by my father, and I had no idea about this selection before coming here."

As he reached for her hand, Camilla dodged his touch.