The Princess looked straight into his eyes. Was he Anton Hoover or Heinrich? She wasn't sure. He had been holding her wrist for quite some time now, aimlessly looking into her eyes. She gulped, looking away from his eyes.
"You have not answered me, Lady Sofia." Heinrich smiled warmly, "Would you like to join me for a meal?"
The Princess shook her head hesitantly, "We are at war, and food is scarce. The Great Father will be displeased if he learned we had a meal just because of a promise you made centuries ago…"
Heinrich smiled lightly, "Are you scared of the Great Father?"
The Princess's eyes widened to the question. She had never thought about it. Pondering about it, she realized she wasn't scared of him. She was scared of the outcome.
"Even if you are scared of him," Heinrich uttered, "I am not,"
