The other princes weren't like him. They often talk sweetly to them and go beyond intimate with them. But the third prince, on the other hand, was as cold as ice, seeking nothing but the coldness of her body.
Draven pulled her closer, burying his face in her neck as though seeking comfort; however, at the smell of her scent, he pulled his head away, completely disapproving of it.
Her scent was normal, however, he didn't seem to like it. He'd had a scent such as Avelina's in his mind, but it was the complete opposite.
Avelina's scent was so comforting for him that he'd often feel like he was in heaven each time he hid his face in her neck. She smelled like paradise to him and was the only solace his soul had ever sought and approved of.
