Attributes

Milo decided to ignore the pangs of guilt and go along with the now much lighter mood. Hearing his name fall from her lips made it impossible not to smile. The prince had never allowed his close friends to call him prince. It had always been either Milo or your grace and the like. He did not mind being called a prince exactly, but it made him feel annoyingly aware of his own superiority and the many expectations that came with that.

He obliged and went to sit on the chair he had previously offered her and looked down at his hand. It looked as though it was going to swell up. It had already changed colours from red to a purple and his wounds seemed to have stopped bleeding now. It must’ve been a very hard punch, although Milo barely felt like he barely remembered it. All he remembered now was seeing red and wanting the man to pay for making Evie feel that way.

“I don’t suppose I’ll ever get to finish that bath now” He teased and nodded to the bathtub which still had steaming hot water in it. She looked cold and her clothes hung to her from how wet they were.

“Or maybe your plan all along was to interrupt me so I’d let you have the hot bath?” He chuckled and pulled her slightly closer to him. He knew very well what he’d like to do just then. It was just the two of them and Milo could feel the chemistry between them both… If only they weren’t a prince and a lady but truly just Milo and Evie…

Andy couldn’t help but chuckle at the notion. Her? Being kind? 

“I can assure you, I am known for many of my attributes but being kind has never been one of those” she chuckled and ate another bite of her bread. Quite frankly it sounded ridiculous.

“There is clearly enough for the both of us. Now, eat.” She pushed over the other bowl of soup towards him with raised brows. “Or do you consider yourself too important to dine with a poor injured lady?” She teased and batted her eyelids at him. To be entirely truthful, she simply didn’t want people in the pub to realise that she was dining with a servant. If he ate, he might pass for someone more important. Who would be able to tell his fortune right now anyhow? Everyone in the pub were wet and cold and grateful to be safe from the storm. If he simply stopped acting like a servant, he could pass for someone else. Perhaps even a knight? At the very least a wealthier merchant.