"What's going on, Gabriel? Why do I have to take off my clothes? I thought this was just to make me remember who I was." Eliza uttered the moment the door was made shut by Gabriel's uncle.
"I have no idea, my love, we have no choice but to trust him…" He halted his words as he began to stroll over to the princess. His gaze fixed on her. He knew this was too much for a fragile female like her to take but this was the only route he knew.
But there was one thing he could assure her- he would never leave her side. Sigh, even if she was about to change her clothes.
In a matter of moments, he got to stand before her, leaving no distance between them. Next, his hands went straight to her hair and he found himself pushing her hair strands to the back of her hair. "If this works, you will get to know everything. Then, you will be allowed to choose who you would want to stay with. Me or Daven. Whatever it is, I will respect it."
