Prince Elias’s POV
I was never so shocked in all my life at the frail state of the princess, being pushed about in a wheelchair like an ancient old crone. I had eyes for no one but her, which was a mistake as I soon found out. One of her companions suddenly grabbed me from behind and held an exceedingly sharp knife to my neck!
The scariest part of this encounter, though, was how little I cared one way or another whether my head was severed from my neck, or not. That is how low I am feeling. But if I can somehow get the Princess to forgive me, perhaps the moon goddess might forgive me as well?
Only I was forced to watch in despair while she was pushed into the elevator, and disappear from my sight. Finally the knife at my neck is removed and I slump down, dejected.
“I’ve never se
