TIARA THORNELLS
I ended up changing my underwear. We had already passed through the dark tunnel. I turned off the oil lamp since it was now bright enough inside the carriage. As our journey continued, I slowly lowered my gaze toward Prince Zatan. He was lying on the long cushioned bench, resting his head gently on my lap. I wasn’t sure if he was asleep. His eyes were closed, after all.
This might be the first time I’d ever seen him up close with his eyes shut.
He once told me that he preferred sleeping in the morning rather than at night.
I gazed at his closed eyes, framed by thick dark lashes. My eyes slowly wandered down to his well-defined nose, then to his full lips. His skin was pale, but it suited him, especially with his black hair, eyebrows, and lashes. And those dark, almost
