"There's nothing for me to do but to take care of your wings."
Prince never said comforting words to a woman. He was out of his mind. It might not be the Prince he used to know. Aria was touched, not only the warmest it could have, but to the deepest realization that a man like him do exist.
Though a stranger in life, she feels connected to him. The power of the strings tangling on each other may not be the best link, but Aria knew it's going to be her favorite. Prince smiled, continuing his porridge, wishing that Bryce can hear it.
He's too tired pretending that he liked what he's saying.
Aria asked, "Why do you keep saying that?"
She dwindle her spoon at the porridge and pursed her lips. Prince blinked.
"I keep on staying away from men because I have known my father is not a responsible one, along with my mother, who gave me away. Bryce, well, he isn't good enough for me. He didn't try to visit me once, or even search for me after what happened."
