Eden arched a brow, his grip still firm, his expression unreadable. "I do not like seeing men like Lord Herald around you."
Her brows creased as they ended the dance, she never let go of his hand, nor did he as he escorted her off the floor and grabbed a glass for her, she thanked him as he brought his glass to his soft lips, her eyes watched the liquid dissaper between them and she looked away.
"Why did you say that?" Regina asks, looking at her drink intently.
Eden dropped his eyes down to the princess. As he gazed down at Regina, he took in every delicate detail of her beauty. Now that she was so close, he could admire her in a way he hadn't allowed himself to before.
Her hair, adorned with simple jewels, cascaded in soft waves, a tiara resting atop her head with some of her hair
