Chapter 89: The Ribbon
Kai’s expression radiated an unusual cheerfulness, but his pale complexion told another story. It was evident that something weighed heavily on him, a burden he couldn’t seem to shake. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, hinting at several sleepless nights spent wrestling with thoughts that refused to relent.
Humming a soft, almost hypnotic melody, he ran a hand through his fiery red hair, pushing it back to reveal a smooth, untroubled forehead.
His movements, graceful and deliberate, were a stark contrast to the tension that lingered in the air. As he drew closer, his piercing green eyes remained fixed on Lorelai’s face, forcing the princess to feel even more anxious.
Lorelai couldn’t help but feel a familiar confusion stir within her.
Kai was an enigma to her, a man seemingly torn between two opposing forces within himself. It was as if two distinct souls resided in one body, vying for control, neither willing to surrender the spotlight of his being.
One side of him was harsh, cruel, violent, and utterly devoid of mercy—a man capable of unspeakable acts without hesitation. Yet, despite the darkness that cloaked him, there was a glimmer of something softer in his gaze.
His green eyes harbored a hidden tenderness, a flicker of affection that fought valiantly to break through the oppressive shadows he wore like armor.
And today, for reasons Lorelai couldn’t discern, that warmth seemed to have won.
"You look unwell, Lorelai," the crown prince said, his voice unusually gentle as he settled into a chair opposite her desk. His sharp observation was followed by a faint tilt of his head, as if studying her closely. "I thought Mother’s tea was supposed to ease your troubles. How is your leg?"