That evening, as Eliora walked back toward her chamber, she noticed someone leaning against the wall ahead.
Prince Derek.
He looked like he had been waiting.
Eliora slowed down, then gave him a polite nod as she drew closer.
"Prince Derek."
He straightened and smiled at her.
"Lady Eliora," he said, falling into step beside her as she continued walking.
They moved side by side in silence for a few seconds before he spoke again.
"So," he said lightly, glancing at her veil, "what's with that?"
"What?" Eliora asked, raising her brow.
"The veil. You didn't have it on the first time I saw you." He responded pointing to the veil.
She didn't look at him. "Precautions."
Derek hummed. "With your face?" He smiled a little. "That makes sense."
She said nothing.
After a moment, Derek asked, "So… are you ever going to tell me who you really are?"
Eliora's fingers curled under her sleeves. "I already told you. I'm a guest."
He chuckled. "A guest that the King protects?"
