Aella stood in shock when she saw who the Crown Prince was. She clearly remembered the same pair of eyes glaring at her with a dark promise of retribution.
If he was surprised to see her here, then he showed no signs of it before he strolled into the room and sat on the sofa.
Aella couldn't believe it. How was this possible?
She took another look at the lad who was in her house as her mother served him tea. There was no way she was mistaken, nor was there any way it was just a matter of resemblance.
They had to be the same person.
"Are you okay? You seem a bit pale," Bane nudged her softly and she blinked up at him.
"Y-Yes, I am fine," she gave him a small smile despite her heart racing fast.
That was the same lad she had slapped across his face yesterday for trying to act rudely with her. He was the drunken man from the market.
