Elias narrowed his eyes at me. “You mean the way you are not running from the prince?”
I stammered in protest, fumbling for a response “That is…Prince Ethan and I have no future together. It is completely different.”
Elias’ gaze on me was steady but his voice was soft.
“Actually Luna,” He said, referring to me by what had quickly become his nickname for me. “It is exactly the same.”
A healer with the prince. A guard with the princess. It was all so absurd I could laugh. Elias was right, it was exactly the same.
With a sigh, I pressed my lips together and turned away from his shrewd gaze. “Perhaps we should speak on something else.”
“Yes,” Elias nodded and went back to frowning at his carving. “Perhaps we should.”
That was when we heard his footsteps. Elias and I turned our heads an
