Keenan barely heard the conversation as he stood mere feet away from Maya. He would be able to close the gap between them in one jump, but he couldn't—he was forbidden to.
He had finally found her after all these years, and all he could do was stare. It was pure torture.
He didn't have to come with Claude, but he had insisted. He didn't regret that choice.
She wore black, and the sapphire crown sat prettily on her head. There was no doubt she was a princess.
She looked different from when she was with him and he could tell she was happy to be with her mother but there seemed to be sadness in her eyes and he could tell he was to blame.
He couldn't dare ask. He wished he at least had a chance to apologize before she went silent. She wouldn't even look at him. She had never acknowledged his greeting.
Despite the cool breeze, Maya felt a stare burning through her clothes. Keenan wouldn't look away. She could feel his eyes burrowing into her, but she didn't give in.
