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Chapter 1663 My Heart Feels Empty
Chapter 1663 My Heart Feels Empty
The servant peeked inside and figured that Prince Louis probably hadn't come downstairs yet.
Although she didn't immediately go in to announce Claire's arrival, she didn't dare defy the king's
wishes or take matters into her own hands by blocking Claire.
Despite the prince's instructions not to disturb him under any circumstances, anything concerning the
king was no small matter.
So the servant said to Claire, "Please come inside with me."
Claire nodded and carefully carried the tea tin as she followed the servant inside.
Stepping into this place again and breathing the air here, she tried hard to capture the scent that
belonged only to him.
The spacious, cavernous palace, with centuries of history, exuded refinement everywhere.
Claire followed the servant to the center of the palace. The servant stopped and turned to tell her,
"Please wait here. I'll go upstairs and inform the prince. He's been very busy lately and specifically told
us not to disturb him."
"Alright," Claire obediently nodded with a patient smile on her face, then watched as the servant
headed upstairs.
It really had been a long time since she'd seen Rowan. Standing in his palace holding the tea tin, her
heart was filled with subtle emotions.
She couldn't help but recall the scene of him being airlifted away, and the words he had said to her -
she remembered every single one.
That day, everyone's hearts had been filled with helplessness. For a fleeting moment, her heart had
twisted as well.
The concern and worry she felt for him, the distance and longing - it was enough to disrupt the restraint
she always maintained over her heart.
The palace's arched windows and vaulted doorways gave it a sturdy, stable, balanced feel. She started
looking around to calm her emotions.
Everywhere inside the entire palace exhibited aesthetics saturated with power.
The relatively small windows contrasted sharply with the grandeur of the palace interior, making the
light here relatively dim.
Coupled with the crystal lamps that gave off a constant glow, this place always exuded a sense of
mystery and gloom, unconsciously generating a powerful aura.
After a short while, footsteps sounded from the corner of the stairs.
Claire looked up attentively. Rowan appeared in her line of sight, and he happened to be looking at her
too. Their eyes met and connected.
These passionate lovers, under the servant's gaze, could only pretend not to know one another. The
helplessness and heartache could only be understood between the two of them.
As he drew nearer, the growing feelings in their hearts spread endlessly.
Rowan came down the stairs, striding towards her with his long legs. His face was the epitome of calm
and indifference.
The servant made a point of looking at him.
Claire stood in place holding the tea tin, her eyes fixed unwaveringly on him. The obvious haggardness
on his handsome face made her heart ache.
"Pour Miss Claire a cup of tea," Rowan instructed the servant beside him.
"Yes, Your Highness." The servant stopped and bowed before leaving.
Rowan halted in front of Claire. She held out the tea tin to him. "Your Highness," was all she said, yet
her throat seemed choked up.
She looked into his eyes. "The king asked me to bring this tea for you. He said it's just the right time to
drink it now."
Rowan's gaze held steady with hers, until her fingers lightly tapped the lid of the tin. Only then did he
glance down at it.
When their eyes met again, it was as if everything had frozen in that moment.
"No need to brew tea," Claire retracted her gaze and looked at the servant, then back at Rowan. The
corners of her lips curved up gently. "I've delivered the tea, Your Highness. I'll take my leave now."
Having said that, she turned and walked away, even though she dearly wished to spend more time with
him, even if no words were exchanged - just standing there face-to-face.
But she worried Catherine might be waiting and measuring the time outside.
She couldn't rouse any suspicion.
Watching that familiar retreating figure, past memories of their time together resurfaced in Rowan's
mind. His heart felt empty and hollow.
It was his fault for placing her amidst such turbulent dangers without protecting her properly.
Rowan held the tea tin tightly, his heart filled with self-blame and regret.novelbin