Chapter 15. Troubled Promises

Mirabelle’s POV

“Do my touch repulse you?” The words left my lips before I could think as a tear spilled from my tear duct.

Was I that disgusting to him that he could barely stand my touch? I was an omega after all… wait I’m princess Annabelle so he won’t be repulsed. My emotions would be the end of me.

He jerked forward as his eyes lit like flames.

“No, you don’t repulse me.”

“But you hate my touch. I saw the way you reacted the second my hands were placed on you.”

“Carry on.” He says flatly not ready to engage the topic any further.

I nodded and applied the balm on his toes slowly before massaging. I remember doing this to Princess Anabelle most nights. She wasn’t the type to praise a servant’s hard work but I was sure she loved the massages.

“How did you learn to carry out such good massages?”

“Mother… I mean the Queen. She made me learn from the servants.” I bit my inner cheek. This is the third time I’m almost making a mista