"My mo-mother," she stuttered, gulping. He had always been handsome, but since she truly wanted King Draven, she had never looked at him closely.
Now, with his proximity, his imperfectly perfect ruffled hair falling over his temple and almost covering one emerald eye due to the swaying breeze, and his cute smile that made him seem younger, she found herself lost for words. His smile had a way of drawing people in against their willpower, causing them to pause mid-sentence.
"Do not get so nervous, Elizabeth," he said, dragging out her name slowly. "It's just breakfast with the ordinary me," he grinned.
Realization dawned on her. "Sebas... no, my Lord, it is fine really." Guilt rushed through her at the thought of sitting and dining with him.
