Not Easily Giving Up

Prince Nicien was standing alone on top of a pavilion inside the Vamieres Army camp. From where he stood, the vast camp was presented right before his eyes but... he paid attention to none of them.

The fact that he left so early in the morning still occupied his mind.

Was he doing the right thing? Even if it wasn't the right thing, a part of him believed that it was the best move. It's not like he was willing to face the Princess and have breakfast with her.

That will only make it harder for both of them, right? Especially while knowing that he can't give her what she wanted.

While the Prince was more than absorbed in his thoughts, he was interrupted by a soldier who approached him. Halting a few steps away from him, the soldier got down on one knee.

"Your Highness, the Princess Consort is at the gate. What will we do?"

Raising his brows, Nicien Vamieres quickly turned to the soldier. "She's here? Why?"