“Yes, Princess, what about me?” the Prince’s voice interjected.
Dhara’s eyes widened. She looked back.
Prince?
Busted. Even Lord Sun can’t save me now, she thought.
She gulped. How could the Prince possibly be here?
“Princess, you were saying something about me,” he added, though his eyes told a completely different story.
He had arrived at the perfect moment. From across the room, he had seen her small, trembling figure entering. A slight smile curved his lips—so the feisty Princess had decided to complain to his parents.
As he looked at her, he could see the color draining from her face.
“Princess Dhara, continue. Do not stop on my account,” he said, seating himself beside her mother.
“I… I was saying…” she cleared her throat and glanced at the Queen, who patiently waited for he
