Prince Aiden remained kneeling on the floor as he watched Stella's retreating back. She walked so quickly as if she could not stay near him any longer.
'Stop. Stay with me. Please accept me,' he wanted to say but his heart, pride, and confidence were already too crushed by her rejections that he could no longer say a word. He might not be able to take it either if she once again said that she was not into him.
Her words stabbed him several times and cut so deeply. Deeper than any injuries he ever had in his training or the injuries he had sustained in battles when there were skirmishes at the borders.
Hearing such words from Stella hurt so much more than anything he had ever experienced before.
His chest felt so tight and heavy that it was difficult to breathe. His body had turned cold and numb. And more tears poured and the trembling of his body worsened once Stella was no longer looking at him.
