Her Painful Thoughts

Seren continued to look outside. Since they left through the main gates, the carriage was now passing through the streets where ordinary people gather. Outside the carriage, she could see everyone clearing the way for the royal carriage to let it pass without any disturbances. On the sides of the street, the crowd stood with their heads lowered to show respect. 

Seren said in a low and melancholic voice, "These people are bowing to the carriage at this moment thinking royals must be inside. If they know it's a witch, will they even bow?"

Hearing the sorrow in her voice, Cian felt as if his chest had been slashed with a sword. 'How badly have people treated Seren for her to have such thoughts?'

"Are you not a princess and I a prince? We are direct descendants of the King of Abetha. We are both true royals." He swallowed the pain, knowing that it was her who needed comfort the most. "And I don't see any witch here, and neither have I come across anyone ever."