My arrogant ROYAL.

Side story: Part Seven.

Prince Evan's POV.

He gazed at me with a mix of shock and disbelief, as if I were an apparition. Despite my solid form and tangible presence, he seemed uncertain of my reality. The silence stretched for what felt like an eternity, his eyes fixed on me without a word or gesture to acknowledge my presence. Finally, he turned and walked into the palace, leaving the guards to hold the doors open. I followed him, trailed by a maiden who collected my bag and headed in the opposite direction, while Adar and I continued into the palace.

He strode into a room that appeared to be his office, his movements fluid and composed. He took his seat behind the desk, gesturing invitingly to the guest chair. Surprisingly, he didn't erupt into anger or demand an explanation for my presence. Instead, he seemed almost... serene. It was as if he had already forgotten our tumultuous past, or perhaps he was simply mastering his emotions. His calm demeanor only added to my confusion and unease.

"Hey," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. Suddenly, my mind went blank, and the rehearsed speeches I had prepared during the journey here seemed to vanish into thin air. "What are you doing here, Evan?" Adar asked, quickly correcting himself with a hint of nervousness, "I mean, Prince Evan?" The prince's eyes remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on me with an unnerving stillness. It was as if he had truly forgotten me, and the realization stung more than I cared to admit.

I hesitated, wondering if I was overstepping my bounds by being there. I had to consider his feelings too, and the fact that our past was complicated, to say the least. Initially, coming to the palace seemed like a good idea, a way to confront the issues between us and maybe even find some closure. But now, sitting in his office, feeling the weight of his gaze and the tension in the air, I wasn't so sure. It felt like a mistake, a intrusion into his life that he didn't need or want. I doubted he needed me here, doubted that my presence was anything but a burden. Maybe I could just state my purpose, apologize for the intrusion, and leave? It seemed like the best way to avoid making things even more messed up than they already were.

"I needed a refuge, and I swear I didn't intend to come here and make you feel uneasy. But circumstances have spiraled out of control, and my mind instinctively turned to you as a haven. I felt a sense of security in coming here, but if my presence makes you uncomfortable, I'll leave willingly. I don't want to impose or make you feel trapped in your own palace. Please know that my intention wasn't to burden you, and I'll depart if that's what you desire." I spoke softly, careful not to come across as coercive or guilt-tripping, in case he genuinely wanted me to leave.

Adar released a sigh, his expression softening, a hint that he wasn't as angry as I had feared. "You're welcome to stay as long as you need, but please, keep your distance. You made it clear in the past that I wasn't the one you desired, and I won't pretend that everything is fine between us. I'll provide you refuge, but don't expect me to act like nothing's changed. Just... respect my boundaries.." His voice was measured, a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface. I sensed a deep hurt, but also a reluctance to confront it. I nodded, understanding his needs, and willing to give him space... for today, at least.

Yes! Today! How could I possibly keep my distance when he looked incredibly attractive? It had been months since we last saw each other, and my resolve was already weakening. His rugged good looks and chiseled features made my heart race, and I found myself distracted by his lips, his hair, and his captivating scent. He seemed oblivious to my admiration, focused on maintaining a stern demeanor. But I couldn't help myself - I was drawn to him like a magnet. He had always been attractive, but now he seemed even more polished, more refined. What had he done to himself? I couldn't help but wonder, my eyes fixed on him as my mind struggled to maintain a semblance of control.