Before the desk, the woman leaned against the table with an air of complete relaxation. He watched her, the light in his eyes flickering, now bright, now dim.
She, in turn, watched him, meeting his gaze with a frank and fearless composure. There was no fear, no greed—only the purity and clarity of a mountain spring after the snow has melted, as if one could almost hear the pleasant, melodic chime of running water.
"Prince!"
Chapter 69