~ THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW ~
Thalia wanted to disappear from the field she was standing. Many werewolves had witnessed the sudden, genuine moment with the Prince.
She couldn't still forget what had happened although the Prince accompanied her back to the palace.
Everyone was left dumbfounded by what they have seen. A werewolf had fallen in love with an enemy– a female vampire with rare ability.
Thalia was silently staring at her reflection in the mirror. She was not vulnerable to it compared to an ordinary one.
"I... I can't believe he did it in front of his people! In front of many werewolves who watched over us!"
Out of nowhere, she touched, caressed her uncovered chest with her wet, cold hands. She soaked her body in huge basil filled with fresh milk, flowers, and fragrance plants.
"Your Honor, the Prince has come to give this to you!" A young, fine maidservant suddenly spoke behind the indestructible door.
