It had been a while since Arin and Iria returned to the palace. Crown Prince Arin was sitting in his chamber, with the sun-shaped ornament in his hand. He was still troubled by the things he experienced on the farm.
Was this how it felt to like someone? Does it mean that he like his wife? He didn't understand as he never experienced such a feeling before.
When Iria first arrived in Qalagon, he was determined to be good to her and keep her safe. It was a sense of responsibility and his way of following his mother's teachings. Since when did it become more than that? He had no idea. However, there was a bitter feeling that comes with it.
A feeling of insecurity. It's this again and he didn't like it.
Putting down the ornament, he let out a breath. What should he do to get rid of this insecure feeling? What should he do to make sure that what he afraid of won't happen? He really wished to know the answer.
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