When we finally reached the lake, I noticed him immediately.
Prince Richard was standing at the water's edge, his back straight, his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. He stood motionless, as if he were part of this beautiful landscape.
His golden hair shimmered in the sunlight, swaying gently in the light breeze, and the slight ripples on the water reflected the sun's glare, framing his figure in light.
I froze for a moment and stopped when I saw him. An unexpected feeling came over me — a mixture of slight excitement and inexplicable embarrassment.
The servant who had accompanied me bowed politely and took a step back without saying a word, letting me know that I had to go on alone.
Finally, I slowly moved forward. As I drew closer, Richard must have sensed someone's presence. He turned his head, and our eyes met.
His warm golden eyes immediately focused on me.
"Lady Weinstein, I am glad you have arrived," he said in an even, calm voice.
