Tuile withdrew her hand from the prince's grip, her heart heavy with hurt and disappointment. The prince's thoughtless comments about her beloved mother had cut deep, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed. She struggled to maintain her composure, her mind racing with a mix of anger and confusion. Despite her best efforts to stay she couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal at the prince's callous words, and she knew that things would never be the same between them.
" You know something, don't you Noel? Please tell me."
