Instead of covering his body, the Prince lifted an eyebrow. "Perhaps you should ask yourself why you are in my tent." He turned his back, revealing a deep sword scar on his back as he started putting some clothes on. "I hope you're not here to get me in trouble?"
She walked closer and noticed that the room wasn't as grand as the one where her grandfather and the head of the Cephie Clan were staying. There was a bed with a red quilt in front of the prince. Next to the bed was a circular table and a wooden chair.
The absence of decorations inside made her wonder if this was voluntary or… was he treated like this because he could no longer use elements? Seeing that he had put on his pants, she said, "I will ride your horse." Alright, that sounded wrong.
He turned his head towards her. "Why?"
"Because I want to be near you."
She didn't miss the surprise in his eyes. "No."
"Is this how you treat your future bride?" she asked.
