Betrothal Gift (2)
The warm spring sunray crept through the curtains and landed on Arianell's face. Her eyelids slightly trembled before she woke up, only to find the place beside her empty.
"Luan, are you here?" She called still half-sleeping, but no one answered her.
She thought he would have more free time now since he said he would skip the council meetings from now on. However, someone like him will always be busy no matter what he does.
In the end, they talked until late last night, but she didn't find the courage to send the letter to the Duchess of Taranis, and the matter was postponed again. She knew that she couldn't avoid it forever, but thinking with a clear head was better than affection.
Ultimately, she will have to face everything head-on.