Princess Emma stepped out of the carriage. Her face was still hidden by the veil, but he could see that her bright green eyes were wide with shock.
It was the first time Rhys saw any emotions other than calmness in her. It was rather boring on her face.
Well, not that Rhys had seen her face. Eyes were called gateways to the heart, after all.
But why did he feel like she was fake?
She looked at the kneeling people, at the old man with the grey beard. A small, choked sound escaped her lips.
"Steward Austin?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Again, Rhys cringed.
He decided to think of something else as his mind drifted into the Ashen dimension while he watched Sera sleeping on his throne.
Seduction was nowhere to be seen.
'Don't worry Sera, papa will let you out…'
His attention returned to the kneeling people. The old man looked up, tears welling up in his tired eyes.
"My princess," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You have come home."
