Zelian's eyes go wide when they fall on Celeste standing in front of the entrance of his private court. Why is she here? What is she doing in here at this hour of night? Zelian's mind raises at the thought.
She has her hands clenching on the cream colored robe she wears, her eyes equally wide as she looks at him in the eyes.
Relief and satisfaction courses through her body at the sight of Prince Zelina before her, thanking the devils above that he's alone.
She just wants to run toward him and wrap herself up in his big arms. Celeste's throat bobs in a swallow as she takes a step forward cautiously. What if he doesn't like that?
She watches as Zelian drops the quill that he has been holding, down on the table top and sits back on the chair, piercing eyes boring into Celeste.
