Chapitre 273: Love sickness

Samir laid on his back watching the night sky. His hazel orbs were glowing in their socket. Tonight, the prince lacked the air of tranquility he seems to carry along every day.

He felt restless for reasons unknown to him. The only thing he was grateful for was his sister's happiness. Pagan was good at keeping Samira smiling.

As for himself, he was missing something. He knew what he yearned for but he couldn't go for it just yet. He had his dignity to maintain.

Call it pride if you must. He was royalty after all. A future king. He sighed for the umpteenth time. Close by, a figure lurked in the shadows.

Rumeysa's heart bled in her chest. She was completely humbled by the love that overwhelmed her. Watching Samir from a distance became a thing for her.

Rather than bringing her the peace she sought, she felt tormented. How could she not when she could see him but couldn't touch him?