If it weren't for the high-quality senses the Crown Prince developed on a strike of hunger, the nearly inaudible voice would have never reached his ears.
Although he could not keep track of the whole song, it was certainly a mouthpiece with some unfamiliar intonation.
The voice he could not hear after the dance resulted to be as mellow and pure as a serene forest lake. Yet... the creaking branches of such forest...disrupted the melodic sound.
As if he was drawn to it, Zeleskiaz stepped outside, pushing aside the curtain that concealed his presence.
He only got to take two strides.
The Lady was now looking at him...
Twisting slightly her upper body to see better, her head was almost on top of her shoulder and her curves became more evident as she turned. She stared at him for a second, going from his feet upwards, quickening his heartbeat as he was scanned slowly by her gaze.
