I stare at Prince Fraser and get his hand off my face. "Why are you doing this, your highness?"
I don't initially plan to confront him because I already know his answer. But this is too much for me to take. If he continues, I'm afraid my heart might misunderstand what he is doing.
Prince Fraser frowns when I push his hand away from my cheeks. "What do you mean, Csille? Why am I doing what?" He tried to touch my cheeks again, but I avoided my face. I even back away from him.
As much as I want to feel his touch, I don't want to make my heart hope again. Hope that maybe things will not go as I have written. Although deep in my heart, I already know that it is impossible. That what I am dreaming will remain as a dream. Forever.
"Csille, why are you avoiding me? I thought we were already okay. Did I do something wrong?"
I smile bitterly.
