Darkon had been busy trying to calm his aroused emotions when he noticed an awkward silence and when he turned, the princess was picking something from under the chair; his silver hair.
How come the small piece was left?
She was about to pick it up when he quickly rushed to her. "Don't dirty your hands with that, my princess." He said, grasping her hand in surprise and taking the hair before she could pick it up.
"A silver hair?" She said and was looking widely at his hand which he was lowering.
"Yes, my Princess." He answered. "It's from the stables." The excuse was quick to come to his mind.
"From the stables?" Her brows were twitched.