Silas Norwood remained silent.
Seeing his silence, Celia Sterling scoffed, "Having an old flame in your past is no big deal. Silas Norwood, there's really no need to lie about something so trivial. You used to be so dignified and noble. This isn't like you."
Silas Norwood never expected that the exposure of his Rivermoon identity would unearth so much more, dragging his most embarrassing memories from the depths of his heart out into the open.
He was already thirty-one.
The age when a man was mature, steady, and in his prime.
He had never suffered much in his life. If he had to name one hardship, unrequited love would be it.
At a coming-of-age banquet he had attended by chance, he had stood discreetly in the distance, watching the famously beautiful and proud young lady of Metropia. Dressed in a brilliant gown, she was the center of attention, radiating a dazzling, captivating light at her own celebration.
It wasn't the first time he had seen her.
