The wind breezed through the open ceiling-to-floor window, slipping a few strands off Adrasteia's stylishly packed braided bun. She tucked it uncomfortably under the gaze that never once left her, following every movement of hers.
The well-decorated drawing room perfectly embodied one's taste, stylishly showcasing its beauty with its extravagance, giving the feeling that one could spend hours chatting the day and night away, perching on the plush chairs and sofa of its living space.
Sitting in one of the most beautiful parts of the castle on a plush cushion, facing the prettiest woman that caught his eye, was Jonas, gazing at the princess charmingly.
"May I know the reason for your grace's sudden presence?" She finally broke the silence in the awkward sitting room. They had been chatting for quite a while, but suddenly they didn't know what to say.
