The Prince's Contemplation

She swallowed, her eyes watching him, too wary to blink.

Donncahd, who had been looking at her, was now focused intently on his fingers in her white hair. His expression was difficult to place.

She had no idea what it was about her white hair that so utterly caught his attention. It glimmered in the light of the fire, almost sparkling, but that was not something new at all. He would have seen it plenty of times before.

And so, it brought her right back to not knowing what that look on his face meant.

It was not one she'd ever seen before, and he looked...

Confused.

Thoughtful.

Maybe.

But that didn't sound quite right, and she wasn't entirely sure if she had the right idea in her mind. The only trouble was, she couldn't come up with any better response than that.

She could know it didn't sound right, but that didn't mean she could determine what did sound right.