Holding Hands

“Why would I be jealous?” Elsa replied timidly while gripping the handle of the cupboard tightly. Icy breath scratched her neck, and small hair from there stood up as it was her most sensitive part.

“I smell jealousy in your voice. I like it. I have no relation with Jennifer. It was my uncle’s plan. He wanted to marry Jennifer with me so that her kingdom would help his son Matthew to get my throne.” Gabriel spoke while nudging his nose on Elsa’s neck, savoring her alluring smell. It is an old drug to him, which can’t be lessened until dead.

“A Lie,” Elsa replied, but her dimple sunk deeper, and her lips cracked into a smile. She can now see through Jennifer’s plan. She deliberately conveyed those things to her head, or, why a woman would express everything to an unknown maid, and now, listening to Gabriel, she understood that Jennifer’s family isn’t normal. She is a princess.

“There is any reason for me to lie to you! But I like it. I was thinking about kicking Jennifer out, but now