Delia's POV
Prince Kral's commitment sounded enchanting, and I wanted to trust him. However, considering the recent string of events — the enigmatic figure in gray, the pilfered pearl necklace, and the intermittent dreams— all of this cast a heavy weight upon me.
Unless these matters were resolved, even if Prince Kral arranged the most extravagant wedding ceremony, my heart would remain unsettled. Despite these thoughts, facing Prince Kral's earnest promise, I hesitated to dampen his spirits. Hence, I merely nodded and replied, "Your Highness, I'm eagerly looking forward to that day!"
"Delia…"
Prince Kral seemed on the brink of saying more, but at that very moment, a light knock sounded on the carriage door.
"What is it?" Prince Kral turned his head, his impatience apparent.
"Your Highness, there's a matter I need to report to you…"
