"Lady Loyan, please look at me."
The guard holding her spoke softly, his arms wrapped around her trembling form. She was shaking uncontrollably in his embrace. How could a princess behave this way? Her mother's words echoed in her mind—she was truly useless for anything.
Slowly, she looked up at him as he gently lifted her chin. His warm gaze sent her heart fluttering, just as it had the first time she fell in love at the age of eighteen.
"I don't know if these seconds will be my last, but I want to spend every moment near you, if you'll allow someone like me to take your hand. My lady, I admire you," he confessed.
Damn it, what was he saying? Was this really the time for a confession? She didn't know whether to laugh at herself or cry. Fate must be mocking her—she had finally found someone who cared for her, and not only that, but someone who confessed his feelings for her.