Leonis' POV
Alone in my royal office, sitting on a chair behind a wide crescent-shaped glass desk. My elbows resting on the glass, and my face buried in the center of my palms, I remind myself for the umpteenth time that I promised myself I'll let her go out without prying into her business.
But this seems harder than all the duties of a king put together. Maybe I should have sent someone to discreetly keep an eye on her. No, what is wrong with me? Why am I being obsessive?
But it's not obsession, is it? What if something bad happens to her out there, I should send someone to watch over her, for her own safety. Yes, that's the reason, to keep her safe. It's definitely not because I think she'd run away or that I just want to know everywhere she might and might not go to.
