Hazel hues danced across the room as the Prince stood with a book in his palms. Slender fingers had been flicking through ancient text, a hobby of his, burying his nose in texts from the first age. Neth Aras’ eyes couldn’t help but linger on the woman’s blushing cheeks, a smile tugging at his never-aging lips. ❝Aye, you are. But it is a blush I have grown to adore..❞ With gentle hands, the book he held, was folded shut with the softest of movements, not wanting to damage ancient pages. Swift movements were made, robes trailing out behind the Prince as he walked down the stones steps that pooled around his throne before coming to a halt in front of her. A frail hand reached and caressed the cheek of his lover with such serene movements. ❝A blush of a queen.❞