Her eyes widened in surprise, not knowing where to place her lost gaze.
The Crown Prince had appeared unpredictably in her presence, in a tousled demeanour, with his hands and hair dyed on a red paint she could somehow recognise its source's essence.
However, it was his painful expression, almost imploring her to not let her gorgeous true self fade from his visions that took her utmost attention.
'Fade...' — She repeated inwardly, shocked at his choice of words.
The foreign soul pondered about the word for a moment and then blinked in confusion, noticing as she struggled to pull herself together the red colours invading his beautiful hair.
'... What happened?' — She thought. Forgetting the personality she had previously known about the Prince and spontaneously giving freedom to her innate kindness, one of her hands lifted to touch the loose strands of hair leaning onto her, feeling sad for its beautiful shade being stained by an unbecoming hue.
