Alastair was walking beside Samantha by the lakeside as they observed the swans swimming blissfully. While Samantha was smiling faintly, her angelic face glowing in the sunlight, Alastair was lost in his thoughts. Though he had already made his mind to reveal her identity to her, he was still worried about her.
'Samantha, I hope you will take the truth well.' He sighed softly, his gaze shifting to her.
"Is something the matter, Your Highness?" Samantha had not missed his soft sigh. It was filled with worry, and she even caught the apprehension on the young King's face. She could see his dilemma, and she wondered what had happened now for him to be this worried.
