Esme glanced at the man in disbelief. Her face felt like it was on fire, not because of the glaring sun but because of the embarrassment. She was ashamed to hear such things. Did this Prince think that everyone is as shameless as him?
Keith glanced at the girl beside him before looking at Prince Aleister who was busy looking at the roses without looking in their direction, "My Lord, we-"
"We?" Aleister interrupted sharply.
"That's not what I mean, My Lord," As he spoke, Keith felt a prickly sensation on the back of his neck. Since the Prince's attention was not on him, he slowly raised his hand only for his fingers to graze past icicles which landed on his fingers. Confused, he glanced at the sun before looking at the melting icicles on his hand. Where would they come from in such weather?
"What do you mean then?" Aleister asked without bothering to look at the gardener.
Keith snapped out of his reverie, "My Lord, I and Miss Esmeray are-"
