Silence followed Nicholas's words as they stared at each other’s eyes. “We both do not know each other at all. And I just realized how I could have lost you.”
Nicholas reached over and removed the free hairs on the Empress's forehead. The once strict disciplined Empress is so fragile in his arms. She would adorn strong dark colors or light-colored dresses with designed borders. Her hair would be properly tied with the crown on top. She would make certain no one miss of expression is given out from her expression. The hair would be pinned up with jewelry, however it is now softly falling on her shoulder.
There was no strong staring down from her eyes. She should stay straight looking at her subjects but now she was asking for support from him. This would be the second time Isabella ask help from him.
The first time was the time when she met him and now. Nicholas had one question in his mind from the first day. “Why did you choose me, Isabella?”