She sensed danger, the kind of danger a prey instinctively feels when a hungry predator was breathing down on its nape. Like a broken puppet, Oriana froze like her strings had been cut. Slowly, ever-so-slowly, she turned around to look over her shoulder.
"Oh…"
The source of danger. He had somehow soundlessly appeared right behind her, giving off a dominating presence that forced her to turn around to face him, placing her hands between them in a feeble attempt to ward him off.
'Wasn't he sitting down just now?'
"Uhm, Your Highness…' She took a step back under that heated gaze of his. "Your Highness, please sit back down—"
Thud!
"Ah!" She was pushed back against the door without any warning, taking her by surprise. The prince's right hand was holding her shoulder, keeping her pinned against the door, while his left arm stretched to the side of her head, caging her in, not leaving her a way to move as his face slightly leaned down towards hers.
