75 — Averlyon

"..cess.."

"..incess.."

"Princess!" 

Zahra jolted from her deep sleep in a cold sweat. Her vision was blurry, yet she could see a manly figure in front of her, desperately attempting to shake her away from her deep slumber.

Without a thought, she held the man tightly in her arms. The broad shoulders and solid chest of the young man made her feel safe. His body heat erased the cold air in the airplane, warming her up. 

"Your Highness?" The ash-blonde-haired man froze, unable to move. He was confused about whether to return the hug or sit still beside her.

They had been travelling on the plane for the past two hours already. He didn't expect Princess Zahra to fall asleep during such a short period of time. Perhaps she couldn't sleep properly last night, he assumed. 

During the trip, he remained on his phone, keeping himself updated on the events in his kingdom when he heard the young lady beside him groaning.