After having a quiet dinner on his own, the young King of Megaris did not resume working. Instead, he stood by one of the large windows in his chamber, staring at the starry night sky, thinking about what Arlan had asked him earlier during the day.
Why was he in a rush to marry the Third Princess?
He remembered that invisible energy that always keeps pulling him towards her. It had never happened with him before, and he found it equally interesting and strange. There was a strong urge to protect her no matter what—and this strange urge, he couldn't stop himself from acting out of impulse no matter how hard he tried. He could not ignore it.
That mark on her forehead, he was sure he had seen it somewhere in the past, but he just couldn't remember where. The only thing he was sure of was that it had something to do with himself. He had so many questions in his mind with answers he had yet to get.
