"You look lovely, El." The king complimented as he stared at Eliora in awe. The pale blue dress she wore made her look so tranquil and innocent, he was at a loss for words. She looked so much like her mother, it was almost scary. He got the urge to walk towards her and pat her head but stopped himself from doing so as he didn't want to startle her.
"Thank you, Father." She beamed brightly, shocking him stiff. Was he hallucinating? Did he imagine that smile? "Let's go to the balcony."
"Ah, yes." Derrick said as he slowly gained his composure. He walked over to the balcony, making sure to stay two steps behind her so he wouldn't overwhelm her with his presence. It was a habit that had formed after he discovered her fear of men.
Eliora took a seat at the table and Derrick sat down after
