As Ophelia shivered from the sudden chill, she felt something warm drape over her shoulders.
Startled, she looked beside her and caught sight of a figure cloaked in the shadows of the night.
As the moonlight danced upon his features, she recognized the familiar silhouette of a man with striking blue hair and piercing emerald eyes.
It was Crown Prince Liam.
His gaze was intense yet comforting as he offered her his coat, a gesture that spoke volumes of his innate kindness and concern.
Without a word, he draped the garment around her shoulders, his touch gentle and reassuring.
"Are you feeling cold, Ophelia?" he asked, his voice soft yet filled with genuine warmth.
Ophelia couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over her at his gesture.
Despite the weight of her thoughts and the turmoil swirling within her, his presence offered a sense of solace and comfort that she sorely needed in that moment.
