"Your grace is too mighty!" Blurted Luna, watching how those two made the snow flood and block the scenery.
"Yes, he is. The person who is taking care of our land must resemble him."
Natasha confirmed.
Luna jerked back, "where did they go?"
She asked, rubbing her eyes to see better.
"I don't know," Natasha was certain that he would scold her, "time to go!"
They both turned to leave but hit two wet bodies, one was Eliot who wore a smile as Natasha touched him and the other one was the stern face that Luna hit.
They both stepped backward, exchanging a peek.
"Well, we were changing the air in our lungs, strolling around."
Natasha excused.
"Liar! You were staring at us."
Eliot mocked.
"Ah, yes!" Luna was flustered, her palms heated as she saw the shirtless prince peering at her, she felt awkward. "I mean, no we just were passing!"
Wilmore chuckled, the excuse was funny.
