The skies showed patches of violet and maroon eclipsed at the crimson and tangerine hues. Winds brushed past them and turned out colder than it was hours ago; nevertheless, the quiet atmosphere bore deep contrast as they were on the move, getting to their positions where they needed to go.
"Your Highness…" Veronica muttered to his side, garnering Athan's attention.
"Is something wrong?"
"N—No, I'm a little worried."
Athan stared at her for a while, especially how she fidgeted her hands, which he then reached to her and clasped them. "You've done your part so well until now..."
While he did remember that the two started with an alliance, and then to an arranged marriage, he had grown to love her in the past life.
But that past, as much as he'd like to think that he had taken the opportunity of her away from Sylvester, Athan was no fool as he started to notice that she also started to fall for his best friend this time around.
