Anne frowned a little at Zala. At the near desolation on the princess’s tired face even as she struggled to stay awake. Then she took Zala’s warm hands into hers. Anne had never been in love before so she wasn’t sure how Zala was feeling. She couldn’t understand just how deeply it must hurt for her to be this forlorn.
No matter how much she thought about it, it didn’t seem as simple as love. It seemed more like an obsession. Of course, Anne didn’t think that there was anything wrong with that kind of obsession since it seemed like her obsession was well reciprocated.
“You are no clown, princess. Don’t even think of such a thing.” Anne gently admonished and returned Zala’s weak smile.
“I am tho.” Zala insisted quietly, “But he’s such a fool. Too worried about something so unnecessary.
