"Their hearts are delicate like glass, yours especially." He whispers softly and genuinely to you, his voice a soothing melody to your ears.

"You think so?" You ask with an endearing tone, your eyes widening up.

"Yes, you're worthy of my grace." He admits in a calm voice you've never heard before, sending shivers down your spine.

"Your grace?" You mutter to him in shock.

"I'm saying I like you." He finally confesses, his soft pale cheeks turning into a gentle faint color of red.