[Ovelia's POV]
Ace's hair was still slightly damp at the edges, the dark strands curling against his forehead. He had changed out of his travel-worn clothes into the attire of a prince—simple but elegant, the fabric moving with him in a way I hadn't seen before. It was the magical fabric, I realized.
My eyes drifted to his hand, to the silver band circling his finger.
He is still wearing our wedding ring.
A smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it.
"You seem so down," he said, his silver eyes searching my face.
"I was thinking about Gale." I looked away, toward the window where pale morning light spilled across the stone floor. "I'm a little worried. Wondering what he is eating right now."
A strange expression crossed Ace's face—a flicker of something I couldn't name. Then he straightened his shoulders, lifted his chin, and—
