As he approached, I instinctively took a small step back, but my hip pressed up against the table. Warmth crept up to my cheeks as he joined my side and our gazes met. In that moment, an unsettling intimacy enveloped us in the pre-dawn hour. The world had fallen into a hushed stillness, closing around me and the prince with eyes that offered glimpses into his painted world—of private thoughts and memories and dreams.
Hes a painter 🥹
