In the Kingdom of Anemoi, the neighboring Kingdom of Helios Youngest Prince Dylan de Helios comes to visit along with a diplomatic envoy. Seven years ago, they had lost contact with the Crown Princess Lyra and the Eldest Princess Astrid of Anemoi. S...
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Princess Lyra Belle de Anemoi ________
Chapter 7
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Nothing."
"Tell me. Did he do anything?"
His voice held fierce as he noted her facial expression.
Averting her gaze, Lyra chuckles,
"No. He didn't do anything. I just personally don't like him."
Silence spread as Dylan grits his teeth. He knows that something did invariably happen for her to say something like this. However, he didn't want to push her too hard. He was afraid. Suddenly it strikes him. The strange feeling he instantly felt. He has never felt afraid before since he reasonably believes everything has a way out. But why is it that when it comes to her he feels afraid to be assertive? Back when he stopped receiving her letters, he by heart was afraid of her loathing him. And now, he was afraid of her pushing him away.
While Dylan was deep in thought, Lyra added,
"By the way, what do you desire to eat? I noticed back then you barely touched your food. You must be famished."
Hearing that made Dylan's lips curl upwards. Smiling slyly he remarked thoughtfully,
"Were you looking at me?"
Fumbling with her nimble fingers, while bringing out necessary utensils, she retorts promptly,
"No. I saw your plate when we were about to leave. It was as intact as we first sat there. Perhaps you aren't hungry?"
Dylan had an inkling feeling that she was indeed looking at him which instantly made him happy. He had thought that she had barely paid attention to him but just the fact she undoubtedly noticed, naturally makes him feel lighter.
"No, I am starving."
"I thought so. My sister loves to bake so just this morning she made these pastries. Would you like these or something else with it? There are biscuits too....what else..."
Half of it was her talking candidly to him while the other half was her mumbling to herself as she bit her lip thinking and carefully looking around the private kitchen.
Dylan fondly watches over her as he thinks about how he can't help but have this instinctive urge to protect her. Sure his feelings changed since when they were 13. Back then, he referred to her as a genuinely beloved friend and a pen pal with whom he could share everything with.
But now, ever since he encountered her again, his feelings have become greedy. He always wants more. He sincerely wants to be someone special to her. The only one special to her. However, he doesn't recognize what to name these feelings yet. Perhaps he doesn't want to willingly admit them since he is afraid of her once again being gone from his life. Is she a dear friend? But that doesn't seem right. They aren't that close for them to be properly called special to each other. Still....he genuinely wants to be the only one close to her.
