Chapter 146: When A Davoorian Man Falls In Love
Melania’s tanned cheeks ignited with an intense blush, and her lips curled into a shy smile as she replied.
"I think it depends on the person standing before the princess. If they are not to her liking, no matter how perfect they are, they will never be good enough for her."
Yuraon accepted her words with a wide smile of his own.
"So the princess has high standards and knows what she wants... I quite like that."
Gliding past the King as the dance progressed, the princess could not help but chuckle, promptly concealing her amused expression by hiding her face behind the man’s shoulder.
"It does not take much to impress you, Your Majesty. I was firmly convinced that all the Davoorian ladies were pretty much like that; the legends portray them as strong and independent women adored by their men."
Taking Melania back into his arms, Yuraon pulled her closer to his body and looked into her eyes, their faces incredibly close and almost touching. He took a few moments to observe the lady’s reaction, then whispered.
"You are right, Davoorian men worship their women like goddesses because once a Davoorian man falls in love, he never falls out of it; he can only fall deeper."
The feeling of the man’s hot breath on her face made the princess’s heartbeat quicken as if her heart were desperately trying to break through the cage within her chest. She felt her palms covered in sweat and silently thanked all the deities known to her for making a wise choice of wearing gloves.