CHAPTER 100
Melisca turned around and looked at what the woman was referring to. She took a glimpse through the barred window. And there she saw a gleaming face with sharp features, sitting calmly at the edge of the bed, facing them. His eyes were closed though, and he was so still that he looked like a mannequin. He doesn't even look like he was breathing.
His pointed ears tucked the silvery hair behind that reached just below his shoulders. He had a sharp jaw, a narrow nose, thin lips, high cheekbones, and flawless, glowing skin for a man. He's obviously tall just by looking at his long legs. He had a lean figure.
On his forehead, there was a golden circlet that intertwined like vines and ran along to the back of his head. He looked totally majestic and elegant. His face was serene and calm. He could be sleeping, for he remained unmoving for the past few minutes.
"That's our elven prince."
