The sun shown through the cutain as a warm glow cast on Elara's face.
She turns around to find the King's hands clasped with hers, surprised that he hasn't left yet.
What could he still possibly doing here? Did he happen to oversleep?
Or did he actually want it? Well he did come to check up on her yesterday.
Like a stolen ghost, or uninvited wind, a question surge in her mind.
Did she have him all wrong? Slowly as they spen more time together,
Elara realises he's not like how the whole realm paint him to be.
She looked up to his face, her breath hitched, how could a person be this handsome and devastatingly beautiful.
Weirdly enough she also noticed that he hasn't been wearing his mask
He has been running around without a mask covering his face. And Elara wasn't necessarily complaining.
But the idea of other women seeing his face, made something twist in her.
