"Prince Severin? How...how are you—"
"Quiet."
Elyria snapped her lips shut. Severin's hand on her waist slowly unravelled itself, dropping to his side.
His cold and I readable eyes narrowed on her person, the kind of stare that could slice a thousand bones. Elyria froze, her spine snapping straight as his gaze left her eyes and slowly dropped to her chest.
Her hand flew there instantly, clutching the edges of her coat together as if she could shield herself from his intrusive scrutiny.
He ignored her attempt entirely and his eyes kept moving down.
"Hey. You should not look at a woman like that. Especially since you're a prince," she snapped.
Severin lifted his gaze again, meeting hers with the same frozen, unblinking intensity.
Elyria bit down on her lip again, looking down immediately his eyes met hers.
Geez! So intimidating.
She was usually the ones making people scared and frightened in this kind of situation.
