Why was her brother here?
He was supposed to be trapped in the sandstorms of the Vesperia Wastes with their father, unable to return for another month.
Aurelia Delensar’s eyes flickered with panic, her lips pale.
She trembled like a fragile dove, caught between the instinct to run to her brother and the thorn of doubt lodged in her heart.
The crown prince, tall and golden-haired, was as elegant as ever. His riding attire was immaculate, the silver buttons of his coat fastened to the collar.
His crimson eyes, narrow and sharp, softened only when they rested on his sister.
He picked up the fallen crown and gently placed it back on Aurelia’s head. “It suits you, Lily,” he said warmly.
But Aurelia wasn’t comforted.
She had run away without a word, and her brother must be furious.
Tear
