Nilana wanted to punch something.
Or rip her hair out.
Or maybe rip Ian's beautiful, striking white-color hair out.
The third option seemed like a better choice.
How. Could. He. Not. Tell. Her. About. Mr. Dylan. Being. A. Prince.
She couldn't help but scream inside, feeling a mix of shame and embarrassment. Her cheeks turned really red, not just because of anger, but also from being frustrated and shocked. It was like a jumble of powerful feelings all at once.
After Aunt Giselle revealed the actual identity of the mysterious friend of her saviour. Nilana couldn't sit right.
Mister Dylan was actually the youngest prince of Amadeus! The second largest kingdom, after Windspire, in their continent. At least that is what she remembered from the words of that tutor of her sister.
