When Oriana opened the door, she found the prince in his sleeping robes, standing by the window of his bedchamber. She wondered whether he was waiting for her arrival, or he was simply lost in thought.
'It has to be the latter, right?'
As soon as Kerry closed the door behind her, all the nerves in her body seemingly came alive. She gulped, her palms clammy with sweat.
"G-Good evening, Your Highness."
Arlan turned to look at her, saying nothing as he stared at her for some time. Though her head was lowered, she could sense his gaze on her. It made her more nervous and she dared not raise her head.
The Crown Prince might be able to act the same, but with awareness, the way Oriana perceived his actions had changed. A man would not gaze at a woman with such intensity for no reason.
Could things truly remain the same between them?
Oriana felt like she had the answer now.
