••• Prince •••

Her talks make me believe she could never think of turning against me. Her words are killing the doubt building in my heart instantly.

‘How can I turn facile about the love glimmering in her eyes?’

“Are you okay, Prince?” She asked, boring her exquisite eyes into mine, passing er a faint nod, putting my hands over hers.

“It sometimes feels like a nightmare.” I confessed.

“Nightmare?” She tilted her head in confusion.

“Yes. Because the dread of not having you in my arms will drive me insane. Then in that sense, this feeling…”

Stopping, I pressed her against the railing, taking a strand of her hair...