On the terrace, there was only moonlight, and beneath the moonlight, the man's blue eyes were tender, like a calm sea.
She dared not look into those eyes, fearing that one more glance would melt her strength in his tenderness.
Bowing her head, she took a deep breath.
Moments later, she lifted her face again.
"Alright." Looking up into his eyes, she began to speak slowly, "I'll give you a chance. It's absolutely impossible for me to be with a king or heir. If you're willing to give up your position as heir, then I will... stay!"
She raised her hand and moved his palm away from her face.
"You don't have to answer me now. I'll give you three days to consider it. Goodnight."
The man stood in the corridor, watching her retreating figure, his gaze deep.
Letting go of his hand, she walked past him, step by step, never looking back.
She knew he couldn't give it up.
Three years ago, in an interview, he had said.
His greatest dream in life was to be a true and good king.