In reality, Xenia was honestly nervous as she walked into the room, but she kept it all to herself as she comfortably accepted Darius's hand. Feeling him kiss her hand in a gentlemanly fashion, the blush on her face only made it harder for her to keep her stoicism intact.
"Your hand is cold," Darius whispered into her ear, giving her that same tingling sensation that was more than enough to override the chills in her body and turn it into heat.
Xenia could only stand still as Darius firmly held her hand not minding the eyes around them as he kept his closeness. Despite this, Xenia tried her best not to show her nervousness as she gave a confident countenance as the Princess of Ebodia.
She let him lead her to her seat and she was quite surprised that she would sit behind him without so much as an inch of space separating them. She looked at him, and somehow, something deep within her tinged at seeing how he seemed overwhelmed.
