"Wh-" Cecelia stood still as a hill staring at Lucas, his eyes were resolute, and his intentions hung bare on his sleeves, she stood there staring at him flustered for several long minutes before she caught herself when someone from the dead silent inside dropped their spoon causing noise to erupt as they all went back to what they were doing, leaving this to her and him alone.
"What, what does that even mean?" Cecelia asked slowly breaking herself from his weak grip once more as he took a step back dragging his fingers through his hair. "You are a prince..." She said in completel disbelief. "Until yesterday I was nothing more than a guest."
"I mean what I said, Cecelia." Lucas looked up through his fingers as he dragged his palm across his face. "I really do, I thought that it was the
