Prince Nimrod gazed out at the leafy streets with a curious glint in his eyes. "Didn't you have a question earlier? Or questions perhaps?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity.
Princess Helena, however, paid him no mind. Her thoughts were in disarray, a chaotic whirlwind of fears and apprehensions. A myriad of thoughts surged through her mind, but she fought to suppress them. She couldn't afford to let him see the turmoil within her. She couldn't help but feel that Prince Nimrod had an uncanny ability to read her thoughts, and the last thing she wanted was to confirm that suspicion.
Prince Nimrod, undeterred by her silence, leaned towards her, his hand casually draped behind her seat. "Well, since you're not very talkative, I suppose I'll have to do all the talking on our way to our new palace," he continued, his teasing eyes fixed on her. "Could it be that you didn't expect me to be this handsome?"
