Sylvie’s POV:
But then he started looking around the court, his masked head slowly turning. He scanned the rows of faces, like he was confused, searching for something, or someone, he couldn’t quite pinpoint.
My heart, which had leaped with a desperate surge of recognition, sank.
Was it because he didn’t recognize me?
Well… yeah. That made sense. I guess the last time we met, I didn’t have this shimmering blonde hair. He wouldn't think that I was the pampered princess Sylvianne, now would he? Maybe he’d also recognized me before because of the flicker of my golden eyes.
Even so. He doesn't recognize me now. The realization hit me with an unexpected pang of disappointment, a certain part of my chest aching with a dull, persistent throb. He was so close, yet so far.
I clenched my fis
