Daphne was hurt and disappointed but she drowned herself with his kisses.
Prince Avner was a generous and considerate lover. He always waited for her to have satisfaction. He made sure that she was comfortable.
But that was all.
Prince Avner never uttered the words: I love you!
"Daphne..."
She had her back to him because she was dressing. She stiffened when his hand touched her shoulder.
"Daphne, look at me," he murmured tenderly.
"What?" she asked abruptly.
His fingers pushed up her chin gently. The moon was up in the skies. Moonlight shone on her face.
"I want you to know that you'll always be in my mind, Daphne. Wherever you are, I will always think of you."
Those were not the words she wanted to hear.
"I'm glad," was her wooden reply.
"Is that all?" Prince Avner's stare c
