Sophie proceeded towards the elevator leisurely.
She was grasping the token of her Young Highness tightly, stroking it, as it made her remember every time her Young Highness caressed her head.
Her cheeks reddened.
With the token in her hand, she could not even feel the absence of her Young Highness.
After all, the token had been with him most of the time, and it was near… on his chest, too.
Just thinking about it made her heart race.
It did not take long for her mind to trace back to her Young Highness and the King's conversation earlier.
She admired her Young Highness even more on his real intention about his sonata.
"But?" She mumbled softly. "I did not think it was political. From my impression after hearing it, it was indeed so personal.
As if…
As if Young Highness is the shadow himself."
Unknowingly, her mind suddenly shifted to the reaction of the God of War when he saw her Young Highness.
