Chapter 46: A Small, Fragile Hope
Cassian bit his lip, trying to hold back more tears, overwhelmed by the weight of it all. "It changes everything," he whispered, shaking his head. "I am just a fool, but now... now it feels even more."
Dorian’s smile grew softer, more genuine, though it was tinged with sadness. "I never wanted to make you feel like a fool," he said quietly. "And I don’t think you’re one. In fact, I think you’re the only person who can show his headstrong face to even the mightiest prince.
Cassian puffed his cheeks; when he had shown him that face, he was clearly lying.
But Cassian was confused: how did they get to this point so easily? When they have communicated no more than two times. Just how, and how could he describe his feelings for Prince Dorian when he was not sure where they came from?
And what about Prince Dorian? How could he behave so intimately with him when he was famous for being rude and having a pocker face all the time?
Is all the words from his mouth even true, or is it just a lie? A harmless lie in the world of nobles and royality, but the same lie is the world for someone like him.
Cassian was confused; should he believe Prince Dorian or not? That’s why he decided to be straight forward.
"Your highness... Can I ask you a question?" Cassian said in a low whisper. He had thought his voice would come out powerful and dominating, just to show how serious he was.
But, damn this traitor, his voice had betrayed him by coming out like this. It was more like he was purring like a cat in his highness’ embrace.
Cassian’s face flushed with embarrassment. The red tint started creeping up his face like a slow-burning ember, spreading from his cheeks to his ears.
It was an embarrassing flush that he couldn’t control, heating his skin as if he’d been caught in a lie. He avoided eye contact, hoping he would not notice the redness creeping up his neck, but the heat only intensified, making him feel even more exposed.