"Okay, Your Highness," I laugh as I catch her when she stumbles, "I think you’ve had enough drinks for one night." I take the glass off of her. She is one lightweight, she’s barely had two glasses and she’s struggling to work.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that?" Anastasia frowns as I sit her down. "Call me by my name."

"Okay, Anastasia." I sit down besides her.

"You want to know something?"

I glance at her. "What?"

"I think Ade has a little crush on you," she pokes my cheek with a drunk smile.

I feel my cheeks warm up. I scoff, "Don’t be ridiculous, Anastasia."

"No, no! I’m being serious! All he ever does is talk about you," she drones. "Val did this, Val looked so pretty today, did you see how she looked, Princess? Princess? Don’t you think she looked so great while she did that? She’s so amazing. I want to have her babies-"

I cut her off, laughing, "Shut up! He did not say that!"

"Well no, maybe not the babies bit. But I bet he’s thinking about it," Anastasia pokes my red face again.

"Okay," I chuckle and grab her finger. "I think we ought to get you back to the castle before you pass out."

"Okay, okay," she groans dramatically. "Let’s go."

I help her stand up. As I do so, I can’t help but think about what she said. I think she’s too drunk to think straight. No way Ade likes me.

(Based off of my WOF series—a WIP)