"Princess Elliana! Open the door. I can hear you crying," Vincenzo raised his voice before he pushed the door harshly, entering the room when she didn't listen.
He looked around with a concerned look on his face, his gaze finally settling on the girl who was sitting near the balcony with her legs close to her chest and her head on her knees.
She wasn't crying, but it indeed looked like she was controlling her emotions as she whimpered softly, and Vincenzo who had thought something bad happened, ruffled his hair frustrated.
This wasn't right. His worrying for Glory, aka, Princess Elliana would surely land him into some trouble with Sebastian.
He can't keep coming close to her without her permission. As much as he wanted her to recognize this friendship, he didn't want to do it at the expense of his friendship. In the end, alas she starts hating and loathing him, where would he go? What would he be left with?
Vincenzo sighed.