''Deal with the guards who were at the dungeon yesterday,'' Aleister swirled the glass of wine, remembering something else that had a shade of it. Her long wine-shaded tresses that framed her face every time she lowered her head in contemplation.
Rowan could not help but wonder if the man was daydreaming. It was a rare sight. ''Yes, it will be done,'' After all, it was those guards who must have seen them together and were loose-lipped about it. Otherwise, how would everyone have known about it? They should have thought of the consequences before speaking about this man.
The Princess was a rare beauty and just the mention of her appearance and her clothes was enough to let the people know that the mysterious lover of the Prince is none other than the girl who has recently joined her job in the castle and she even rejected all the jobs assigned to her to work at the garden. She already had everyone's attention but this incident amplified it.
