"You…"
"I swear I saw nothing, your highness."
"Good. If word of this gets out, I'll tear you apart bit by bit. And I'll do it myself."
He raised his hands in surrender. "I swear on my life, I won't say a word."
Anna picked herself off the floor, dusted her gown, wiped her eyes, and turned to him. "What do you want?"
"You're crying,"
She frowned at the odd question. "Yes, I am."
"Why?"
Her arms came up defensively. "Why do you want to know?"
He took a step closer to her. "I heard you never cry. What could make you cry? What emotions are you feeling now?"
A bitter laugh came out of her. "Seriously what are you? A low budget therapist? How about you tell me what emotions led you to sneaking around the gardens at this time."
"I was hoping to see you."
"Why?"
He touched his chest, a confused look flitting across his face. "I don't quite know. I felt…I wanted to see you."
