As he took her hand in his, she felt light tremors in her skin. It must undeniably be because of the way his body heat seemed to radiate into the air.
She closed her eyes before focusing on the path ahead. The crown prince is leading her into a maze adorned with rose bushes.
She felt a bit impressed over that small coincidence about someone as irrelevant as her sharing the same favorite flower as the crown prince.
"The roses are very pretty," she would mindlessly mention.
He would stop and look at her, a shy smile forming on his lips, "I am glad you liked them. But they are nowhere as pretty as you, my lady."
She blushed at his words, "You must be mistaken, your highness. I am not someone pretty. That word doesn't fit me in any way."
The crown prince frowned a bit before his expression would ease, and in a serious voice said, "You are right. Pretty doesn't suit you at all, my lady."
