Lyra made her way down the hallway and stairs when she halted. The Princess and Sevastian stood in front of each other, their eyes locked in a brief, intense moment. She noticed how his gaze lingered on her hair before returning to her face. His lips pressed into a thin line, and his hands were buried deep in the pockets of his coat.
"Your hair looks lovely," Sevastian broke the awkward silence, his deep voice resonating through her, sending a subtle shiver down her spine.
"Thank you," the princess replied, subconsciously tucking the loose strands behind her ear as she offered him a warm smile.
Sevastian nodded in acknowledgment, though the tense atmosphere lingered despite the resolution of the longing discussion in Luminae, "Would you like to take a walk? I could use some fresh air," he asked. Sevastian noticed Princess's eyes widen slightly, as if she hadn't expected him to ask that.
