Cross The Bridge Or Not?
Iyana accepted the bouquet from Easton with an awkward half-smile, her fingers brushing against his cool, gloved hand.
She was unsure of how to respond. The flowers were rather vibrant against the backdrop of her uncertainty.
"Your Imperial Highness, this is quite generous of you," she began cautiously, trying to keep her voice steady, "but was there something specific you needed from me?"
Easton's gaze was fixed on her, his demeanor cool and collected as always. "No, I simply wished to see you," he confessed, his voice a contrast to the warmth of the flowers in her hands.
Iyana's expression betrayed a hint of curiosity mingled with a touch of cool reserve. "And what prompted this sudden visit?"
Stepping closer, Easton tilted his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I am only following your advice, Iyana," he murmured softly, almost too low for anyone else to hear. "Public displays of affection."