Darkon stared at the princess in front of him with shock. She was here. With that look that spoke volumes of something in her. The look he now fought to get rid of in his mind. That deep turmoil when he said something she saw as awful in her eyes.
He couldn't believe amid his torturing thoughts she would be here as if his mind had called out to her to come and clarify the meaning of that confusion and anger he felt. Her concerned look was different now; not filled with concern but with anxiousness.
Yes, she had always appeared strong but her heart was fragile and afraid to show her weakness to the world. Probably she was tired of showing that strong side of her, she was afraid to be the fallen protagonist.
He had seen that in her actions so many times; the anger in her eyes when saw them watch her display a little act of weakness a while ago, the smile on her face when she held the sword as if the sparks from the anvil eased her worries.