He had driven this road a hundred times or more before and could find his way in these labyrinth streets with less difficulty, even with his eyes closed. And he could arrive at their destination with no hassle.
But he had never felt more uncomfortable with her by his side. It was like the small space between them was suffocating and the silence inside the vehicle deafening. But still, he had nothing to say to her.
He could sense that she was still mad at him, but he could not keep begging her to forgive him. That was just against his pride to grovel at her feet. He was a successful Prince. He did not bow or kneel to just anybody. He would have to find another way to make her forgive him.
"Where are we going?" She finally asked after several minutes of them on the road, after they had left the city and were on the freeway.
