Rain's eyes trailed after the Prince as he hurried in through a door at the periphery of the castle.
He'd turned to look in her direction once, but she wasn't sure if he'd really seen her, for his gaze was distant and scarily blank.
Impulsive, she made to run down the stairs and go after him, but was blocked by the guards who rushed to stand in her way.
"What are you doing?" she glared.
Lucas came to her side and urged, "My lady, please begin with the procession. The prince will be with you shortly."
Rain didn't wish to listen to this stubborn man who'd crashed her hopes and informed that the prince wouldn't be returning for his wedding. She scrutinized the barricade before her and said quietly, "I do not think the prince will be in good condition to attend this ceremony, Lucas. Take these people away. I'll only listen to what the prince has to say."
