Clyde attempted to follow her, but Jace's steady hand on his chest halted him.
"Jace calmly suggested to Clyde, give her some space and let her cool off.'"
The Crown Prince reluctantly paused in his tracks, his eyes fixated on the closed door as if willing it to open. His chest rose and fell heavily under the burden of guilt and regret.
"Goddess, I regret not heeding your advice to tell her about her past," he admitted with a sense of self-reproach. "Instead, I focused on strengthening her feelings for me. Hopefully, this will work in my favor now."
Jace gave him a reassuring pat on the back.
"Yes, you should have," he agreed softly. "However, it isn't too late. Once she reflects on things, I'm confident she'll grasp your perspective. She cares about you deeply, Clyde, there’s no need
