The Crown Prince was walking with all vigor as he swept every hallway with his emerald hawk eyes. He's searching every nook and cranny for Evelyn who was yet again the center of attention this time.
As his long strides help him reach places that was desolate, he saw what he was searching for, an ombre hair swaying as the wind whisper a soft air, her black hair that was braided at the back of her hair and the silver-blue tip that majestically shines like gems reach her small waist curled like waves. Her back was familiar for him as he visits the lady almost every day for the past year after the assassination attempt. And she was always at the back garden where she swings her thin looking hands with all her might, she trains every single day that whenever he visits, her back always faces him so he was certain that he knew it was her. She was one of the human beings that he finds entertaining.
