Artha pried his hand away, "Mind your manners," he grunted before turning around and quickly followed her figure, the whole venue's attention still latched onto the window, displaying its colourful view of the night.
Brealle quickened her step and followed him outside the hall, facing his back flustered by that girl's disappearance.
"My prince," she whispered once again, filled with longing and yearning for his gaze, even just a moment longer than a quick glance.
But his cold back stubbornly refuses to turn around and face her, only the sound of him growling fills the empty space. Startling her into taking a step back.
"I'm warning you," his cold voice cut through the silent hallway.
It's funny how such a simple sentence managed to shake her entire body. She bit her lips and clenched her hand into fist, believing her worth is more valuable than just a mere commoner who chance upon a lucky gold ingot for once in her life.
