"You are very tense," Zenith pointed out, and held her hand. It was very cold. He remembered how her hands used to feel so cold. "Do you want to cancel this meeting?"
Dawn shook her head. "No. I want to see him."
"Okay."
Currently. Zenith was accompanying Dawn to drink tea in the backyard garden, while waiting for her father to arrive. She looked very nervous and kept fidgeting.
"I thought you were busy." Dawn recalled Zenith had been spending his time away from the palace quite often, but she didn't know what he had been doing, since she was also busy preparing for the ceremony.
Zenith didn't give much of an input, because he always said 'just do what makes you feel comfortable and happy.' He would be fine with anything.
True to his word, he would nod to everything that Dawn decided. But at the same time, Dawn felt like he didn't care about it, despite his confession the other day.
