No matter how he felt about her, it seemed he craved her touch. She humored him, gently stroking his cheek. "I do believe you drug me into the hall, and you threw me against the wall, hell bent on having your way with me." She lowered her voice, shaking her head. "It is not nice to lie to the king, pet."
She knew the last part had to be a lie. Her father would not pout like that, and Charles would likely not care. "It's also not nice to lie to the princess."