The following day, the warship rumbled as it descended through the atmosphere of Planet Asenus, the vibrations reverberating through every corridor.
The princess, still wearing her disguise as Miss El, stood near the observation window, her eyes fixed on the swirling clouds outside.
The descent was smooth, but her heart was not. A storm brewed within her chest, restless and unyielding.
The weeks spent aboard the warship had unraveled something she never anticipated, her growing attachment to Lawrence Demerin.
It was not the fleeting infatuation of a sheltered princess but something deeper, something that made her chest tighten whenever she thought of him.
His calm, composed demeanor, his unwavering sense of duty, and even the occasional softness in his gaze haunted her thoughts day and night.
Her hands clenched into fists as she took a deep breath. The landing was imminent, and soon they would part ways.
She couldn't leave without saying what had been weighing on her heart.
