Third-person POV
All through the night, Prince Dylan got no response from Annette, and that made him so worried. He lost count of the times he checked their chat, and each beep made him anxious to hear her response.
Until dawn, there was no response. And the worst? She couldn't be reached through a voice call either.
With that, he headed to her residence to be sure everything was okay with her, because Annette wouldn't leave him hanging that way up till past 9 am. But unfortunately, the front door of Annette's apartment was broken.
He stood frozen for some time, his arms folded, “What went on here?” he muttered, narrowing his gaze. “Broken? Annette!!!” but no one responded. He forced his feet forward, and he passed into the room, checked thoroughly until he came out onto the balcony, b
