"Do you believe in love at first sight?" Charles murmured, his voice low but sincere.
Though he hadn't realized it back then, the moment he met her at eighteen—that elfin girl who appeared out of nowhere and lit up his world—that had been the beginning of everything. The beginning of love. The beginning of his heart's awakening.
"Wait… you had feelings for me then? But I was totally drunk that night!" Janice blinked at him in disbelief, her mouth slightly agape. If he had fallen for her after she was forced to marry Philip and stayed by Charles' side—that she could accept. But a drunken mistake? She barely even remembered it.
Charles chuckled and tapped the tip of her nose. "Silly girl. I'm talking about twelve years ago—the first time we met."
"Twelve years ago?" Janice echoed, her brows furrowed in confusion.
She'd still been just a little girl then. The carefree princess living happily by Cornelia's side. How could they possibly have known each other back then?
