~ Third Person's Point of View ~
~ Flashback ~
Without reluctance, Mariya said confidently. "I am Mariya." She tucked away some strands of her into her ear and played with her fingers.
Out of nowhere, the prince holds her hand and in slow motion, his lips touched against at the back of her palm that enticed her soul. "It's my honour to hold such a soft hand and knowing your beautiful name, Mariya. You are beyond beautiful and words aren't enough to express the truth."
"I thought that a nobleman like you would never tease a woman who belongs to the middle class. Exonerate me for being too naive and gullible." She replied while looking at her and his warm hand.
All of a sudden, a man abruptly appeared and saw them. He was astonished and horrified, hurt and damaged.
"You shall be proud of your beauty. If no one can appreciate it, then you have yourself to relish it." He said in a calm and enthralling way.Ā
