"His rank as a Prince had no influence," Skellig says. "I did not...I did not recognize his desires and intentions at first, but once I realized that it was not the art that he was discussing his appreciation for..."

His skin flushes beneath her touch.

"I did not know how to respond. I...I have never been desired in such a way, apart from you, and even that is much different. I know I am still adjusting to accept such things, but it almost felt...wrong?"

He leans back to look at her, catch her gaze. "You know I would never stray from you, betray your heart. I just...became unsettled."