He stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and his gaze fell on Alina's delicate but weary face, his tone softened a bit.
"What you need is relaxation, to enjoy the flowers and tranquility of this courtyard, not to exhaust yourself pondering over military and national affairs that shouldn't be your responsibility."
"Your worries are already written on your face."
As he spoke, he slowly raised a hand, gently brushing past Alina's face from a slight distance.
In an instant, the few fine lines on Alina's face, born of worry and fatigue, disappeared, her skin becoming flawless.
She seemed to have returned to her most perfect, unblemished state as a young girl, with not the slightest flaw in sight.
However, Alina did not feel the slightest joy from such a nearly miraculous beautification, instead, she furrowed her brow slightly.
"It's just a few insignificant wrinkles, nothing serious for me."
"You know, I have never been as overly concerned about appearance as other princesses."
