'Why did it feel like I was melting under his gaze?' Aurnia thought nervously as she tried to hold Aramis' intense gaze.
A gratifying silence enveloped them both as her hazel-brown eyes probed longingly at his ash-gray orbs and her arms snaked around his neck. No one dared to break the silence; even so, their eyes were the ones talking to each other. His dilated pupils glowed with inexplicable emotions that she wishes he would tell her.
'But knowing Aramis, he would surely just keep it to himself.' She thought with a slightly downcast expression.
"What's with the long face, your Highness?" Aramis asked her right away after noticing the frown in her face.
Aramis removed her right hand from his nape and clasped it with his left hand. The slow music contrasted with the more intense classical music that blared from the upper floor throughout the ballroom.
"That's your favorite line every time you see me frowning." She commented in a humorous tone.
