"It can't be."
I traced the silver lining on Dustan's scalp, all the while thinking back to Viscount Welf's words about the emergence of technology that allows one to change their hair color from lighter to darker. Although, I never really paid much attention to his words. After all, who in their right mind would change their hair color to match those who are beneath them?
And then, Alva's lecture on the uniqueness of the royal family seemed to be the deciding factor.
"Pure white hair turned to the color of soot..." I trailed off.
Dustan was indeed none other than the Crown Prince.
The revelation had me stumped. Instead of fear or shock, the first emotion I felt was... betrayal. I ran my fingers through Dustan's hair and then lightly tugged at his locks. There was a fire at the pit of my stomach and the flames frolicked about, ready to set everything on fire. However, only one thing kept me from falling into that pit—Dustan's proclamation of love.
