The prince offered to give them a tour of his kingdom. She tried to refuse his offer, but Dominus was quick to agree to the tour.
She looked at him sharply to which he replied with his attempt at an innocent look. She pinched his arm when they were finally alone in the carriage.
He laughed at the feel of her nails embedding in his skin. The familiar touch made him feel a bit assured.
Assured that they could still go back to what they had before. Maybe he could still convince her to return to their kind. Maybe he could make her see that the ocean is where she belongs.
They stopped in a plaza where Prince Malavar played his flute. It was really something admirable for a royalty to be so humble and kind to his subjects, and yet all she could concentrate on was her 'brother'.
"The prince is doing his best to play a tune. Let's honor him with a dance," his deep voice made her heart thump faster.
