Seraphine sat on one edge of the bed looking at the prince who would not stop pacing. She had changed her clothes into a bathrobe again, just for comfort. The maid clothes were strewn on the floor, neglected. She kept her posture calm and composed, waiting for Rowan to finally stop moving.
He seemed like he had a lot on his mind after catching her from fleeing the palace. When they trotted back with the horse, he gave orders to the knight not to say anything about it lest the knight wanted to be punished for duty abandonment. The knight, of course, agreed.
"I have to increase the staff and guards in this building...," he mumbled. "How could they not notice the lady is running away?"
"How could they?," Seraphine finally decided to say, "Nobody truly sees me. I'm always the person hiding
