"It's time to wake up, my dear sweet Gala."
In her vision, a fuzzy image towered over her.
"Alvaro… " Her faint voice rang softly in her ears.
'So, she was still thinking of him?'
The prince thoughf, annoyed that it was the faye that came in her mind. Nevertheless, he shoved off his jealousy at the back of his mind. He tried to excuse it with a mere concern for the faye. It was only natural for her to get worried with him.
The prince tried waking her up again by tracing her face with his palms. "My dear Gala, you have to wake up now. I have arranged a few activities that we can do together today." He called her again.
This time, Gala's eyes fluttered open and was surprised to see the prince's face being close to hers. "M-My L-Lord, you're here." She stuttered as she moved on the further side of the bed.
