Though the palace seemed very cold, empty, the suitors eyes were never far from you. He watched you as you walked about with a smirk, taking note of how you immediately attempted to avoid being spotted by him or anyone else. Really, some part of him found it cute. After all, avoiding him?

“Princess, whatever are you doing?”

His voice echoed throughout the hall as he pushed himself to walk over to you, a wolfish smirk on his lips.

“What’s the hurry, wolf?”