"Sophia?" Prince Alexander's voice was low, his face turning sideways, his lips parting. She held on to him even tighter, her breaths becoming a little short.
"What is wrong, Sophia? Who has wronged you?"
She sniffed, then shook her head. Slowly, she let go of him, then stepped back. He eagerly turned to look at her. She was in merely a bathing robe, her hair still damp as it fell in thin strands down her back.
Prince Alexander's eyes widened, and he immediately put his robe around her, his heavily ringed finger cupping her face.
"Who was it?"
She shook her head, then looked up to him. "Tis I. I have wronged myself."
His brows furrowed in confusion, but he did not let go and simply moved closer to her, his thumb running along the cold skin of her face.
"What do you mean, Sophia? Tal
