"Princess."
"My Lord."
Roselyn returned the warm greeting of the immortal who just came to stand right in front of her with his beautiful emerald eyes fixed only on her as if she was the only person in existence for him.
She couldn't recall the last time she saw him. Was it when she first entered the Royal Academy at the age of five or was it on her seventh birthday? All that she could recall was that it had been ages since she last met him and he still looked as elegant and ethereal as he was back then.
He was still the same light-elf royal descendant who could make heads turn and jaws to drop on the ground with his mere appearance. He was the man whom she was supposed to marry on her twenty-third birthday and had been betrothed to since the day she was born.