The look in his eyes turned from blatant disbelief to awe and then finally to confusion, as if he couldn't quite grasp what Daphne had said.
"Princess, are you really asking me that?"
The dazed look on his face was almost pitiful. It was like he had never expected to hear anyone ask him those questions, much less someone like Daphne. The old proverb had proven to be true: the hated one must have a pitiful past.
"Is there anyone else in the room?"
He half turned around, not willing to believe what he had just heard. But seeing that Daphne's gaze was set entirely on him, something stirred in his chest.
"You really don't remember, do you?" He let out a faint whisper, the tendrils of his voice swirling in the air for a split second before dissipating as if he had never said anything in the first place.
"Excuse me?"
He shook his head, a bitter smile creeping onto his lips.
"Princess, do you really want to know?"