"Who told you that I was going to the North?" He asks again, his voice hushed by annoyance, midnight black eyes flashing red, fiery.
"Prince Eylin," Celeste tells him, letting him know, her voice a mere whisper into the quiet of the room.
Prince Zelian's face twists at her answer, and snaps his head to the side, cutting his gaze away from her. If Celeste was able to see the annoyance in his eyes then, she can smell it on him now. And it scares her, not knowing what is that makes him feel so angsty toward her.
Something unpleasant and distasteful twists inside Zelian's stomach, knowing that his brother told her that. It only means one thing he has gone to see her to tell this matter or for something he does not like to think of.
He swallows, his throat suddenly going dry.
"Why would you want to see me?" He questions, his voice hardening. Does she want both the princes? Is one not enough to please her?
