In the distance, Kaden stood amongst the crowd of public people. He said nothing, but observed the two.
Kaden was unfazed by Everett who was a sorry excuse for competition. He was as self-assured of his victory as a seasoned Commander on the battlefield.
"Wow, look at that man…"
"So good looking. You think he's a celebrity?"
"I'm already stanning so many idols, but I'll drop all my stans just for him."
Kaden ignored the murmurs and glances. He was focused entirely on Lina who had stopped before the only painting he had ever drawn and cared for.
Kaden watched as she touched her throat and glanced to the ground. Even from afar, he could see she was choked up and emotional.
The one and only woman he'd ever draw.
Kaden was beginning to realize this was no mere coincidence. The way she recognized him, the way she seemed frightened by him, and the way she addressed him by "Your Highness." He wasn't a fool.
