In the end, she didn't take his hand, fainting into his arms instead.
The next time she opened her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar room. Everything around her was laced with intricate golden linings, looking as though they could only belong to a palace from the movies.
The masked servants told her it was already the second morning since the day the Master had personally brought her back from the nanny's funeral home.
At first, Ruby couldn't believe her ears.
The Fourth Prince, Julien Sterling? Personally picking her up? How was that even possible?
At that time, her knowledge of Julien had been limited to the horrendous image the media had painted him to be.
An unstable, merciless, mad prince who was both cruel and a sadist, treating human lives no better than grass.
And yet, when she recalled the warmth of the hand he had extended to her that day, Ruby's impression of him couldn't help but waver.
What kind of person was the infamous Mad Fourth Prince truly like?
