Cedric watched the carriage leave before heading back inside the palace. Something was strange about the priestess, his guts told him so.
He was acting weirdly around her like he was compelled to look at her; his will was controlled. The more he stared at Callista the more guilty he felt. He should not be looking at those blue eyes that remind him of Abrielle, but a calm voice keeps on whispering.
It was okay to stare at Calista in Abrielle's presence. After all, she wanted him dead. Abrielle was also a nemesis but Callista was pure. A pure heart who was not meant to be entangled with the messy royal life.
"What is wrong with me?" He mumbled he didn't understand his emotions anymore. Just yesterday he was mad at himself for the dumbest reason ever. He felt jealous when Abrielle called Lucian's name in her sleep with a subtle smile.