Elena’s POV
The cold breeze of the night wing brushed through my skin, but the one that brought a chill to my spine was the deep stare of the man in front of me, which immediately changed to worry and caution as soon as he observed my face.
“Prince, I…” I hastily looked away as if his stare burned me before I discreetly brushed the tears from the corner of my eyes and cleared my throat.
But then I felt his warm hand gently grasping my wrist. “Don’t hide your face. I already saw it. Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”
I looked back at him and was instantly taken aback by the faint shadow of tenderness visible in his eyes under the glow of the moonlight.
“Do you want to talk?” he asked in a voice laced with concern that made me feel comforted and even… a bit exposed, as if my inner thoughts w
