Chapter 221: A Taste Of Me

Fiza instantly spotted the royal lovers. She watched them from afar. They were still up, watching the stars, or in a sickeningly sweet scene, Evanna watched the stars, and Arawn watched her. It was strange to see the prince seeming so vulnerable, features soft and in love.

The fae shook her head in disapproval, kicking the frosty grass as she turned from them and continued on her patrol. From her network of spies and all the intel she knew, even seeing the Florian prince in the past from a distance, Arawn had a ruthless reputation, rumours stating of his cold heart. What she saw tonight was not a ruthless prince but a young elf captivated by his love.