Chapitre 46: A Castle Upon Sand

Celia sniffled at his words. She felt pathetic crying like a child when it had been Lucas, not her, that had suffered such a tragedy.

Still though, his words had left her feeling like her soul had been torn up into a million shards. The image of a brokenhearted youth singing hymns to his dying little brother, made her want to sob until she was breathless.

Celia reached for his hand. This time, Lucas didn't flinch back, instead letting her slip her fingers into the warmth of his much larger palm. He gave a long sigh as he looked down at their entwined fingers.

"You're a very good listener, Your Grace."

She frowned. Her title seemed silly and irrelevant compared to the emotion of what he'd just shared with her. "Enough of that. Can't you just call me Celia for once?"

"Not really." Lucas shrugged. "It would be disrespectful. You're a princess. One day in the not too distant future, you'll be my queen."