Evelyn stepped foot inside Arthmael's room only when she found the hallway entirely empty. And after her eyes took him in, they filled up with tears.
He was packing. A single bag as luggage, that was all the Crown Prince was getting to run away from this cursed palace as soon as he could. To leave what he had called family for half of his life... to leave her.
In another time Evelyn would have been hurt, but could she blame him right now? He was suffering, he was in pain. In a kind of pain only Evelyn could really understand.
"Get out, Evelyn, I don't want you seeing me like this." Arthmael had his back at her as he kept shoving casual clothes inside his bag, however Evelyn heard his strained voice, noticed the way he wiped his tears using the back of his hand.
He had been crying for a
