"What about your dress now?" He looked at the lavender gown she was still wearing. It still had the remaining stains from her breakfast. It reminded him how she had eaten like the world was going to end.
But after they had traveled for a long time and it was already late noon, she had not asked for lunch or anything else to eat. Why in the world had he asked the maids to fill the seats with all kinds of snacks then?
He brushed the idea aside and concentrated on her rage again. It made a strange churning in his heart. She seems against the idea of acting like a princess. Should he confess that she was the real prince and he had lied. Or, he could act like he had confirmed it just now. It was her mother who had lied.
'Why does it matter what dress I am wearing for a funeral?' she shook her head. Nobles and the rich had a lot of money to spend so they were adamant to wear black clothes.
