As Elena gazed at Richard, a lingering sensation of floating enveloped her, leaving behind a sweet taste that lingered in her mouth. Her delicate hand covered her lips as she processed the gravity of the shared moment. — We cannot let anyone know about this. — She whispered, her eyes reflecting the understanding that their clandestine connection must remain a well-guarded secret.
Richard, his demeanor a complex interplay of emotions, seemed to grapple with the reality of Elena's royalty. — So, you really are a princess. — he remarked, a revelation that, despite the acknowledgment, bore a touch of incredulity. The weight of her title settled anew in their shared reality.
