Time stood still for both of them, Thorn’s eyes spoke a language of itself as he looked deep into hers that twinkled in astonishment. Engrossed in each other, Rose felt the warmth of his overcoat as she unknowingly brushed her fingers on the fabric that covered his arms. A wave of emotions swept her heart on seeing Thorn after a long gap.
They stood like that on the busy street with Thorn’s hands still clutched to hers. A desire to express his disappointment on not finding her in the palace was on the verge of escaping his lips but that desire soon slipped back after a glimpse of their argument replayed in his mind. And so did Rose’s urge to speak as she recollected how her clumsy act had nearly put the Prince’s life in danger.
Neither of them spoke but continued to stare at each other i
