From the moment Ashen, Lumina, Ero, and Stella stepped into view, the once-busy palace courtyard stilled.
Eyes turned while some servant froze mid-step. Courtiers leaned closer to one another, whispering behind delicate fans or the folds of their sleeves.
Even though they don't care about Ashen and see him as the cursed prince, they still can't hide the fact that how gorgeous and elegant he and his soon-to-be wife are.
Lumina walked with a grace that made her blindfold seem ornamental rather than a limitation.
Her hand rested elegantly on Ashen's arm as they walked through the corridor that led toward the royal palace.
"No one likes you here," she whispered, her tone light and mocking, meant only for his ears.
"And yet you strut through your chambers like a dragon king with golden wings." She added.
Ashen scoffed, tilting his head slightly toward her, his silver hair catching the faint glint of dawn, he won't lie he is beginning to enjoy being with her.
