Bab 93: 93 — His Care

"I am— was a princess, Your Highness," Cynthia simply responded to her soft tone from earlier, turning as cold as the man who sat before her. 

Lucian stared at her, unable to find words to say. His mind had turned blank. It had been happening for the past few days whenever he thought of her; however, it only worsened whenever Cynthia stood in front of him. 

The young woman sitting before him exceeded his comprehension. At times, she seemed to be the most elegant, king lady and the next, she would turn into an emotionless, cold-natured woman— almost as if the rumours about her were not lies but the truth. Yet, instead of believing those, he for once wanted to know her— her true self. She had masked her true self behind the mask of kindness or evilness because surely, she couldn't be both at once.