"Wear this."
Emira looked down at the large cloak that had been shoved into her hands, then back at the Crown Prince who now stood a few steps away wearing his same cold, unreadable expression. She was not feeling cold anymore, so why did she have to wear a cloak? She wanted to ask that, but his expression stopped her from doing that and she sighed.
She had thought or rather foolishly hoped, that something between them had shifted these past few days. But clearly, she had been wrong. It wasn't that she wanted to be close to him. No. But she would rather that he not look at her as if she were his mortal enemy.
But, he still looked at her with that same cold, distant gaze he'd had from the first moment their eyes met. It was the kind of look that made her feel as if she had done something terrible to offend him.
