"Don't play dumb, Cedric," she said, cheeks flushed. "I'm not that stupid little girl anymore who…" She swallowed the rest of her words.
She was not the girl who waited around with letters she never sent and looked at the gate every evening like a fool.
She looked at him then, and for a second, there it was... the years between them, the ache of unspoken things. But she caught it, swallowed it, and smiled.
"Maybe you can take Zara so that my princess would be free," she mumbled. So, what if she didn't get the love of the man? It was fine if the princess's route was cleared.
"I—Emma, it's not like that with me and Zara." Cedric's eyes widened, caught off guard. "She-the prince-She~"
"Oh, save it." She shook her head. "You think I don't notice the way you look at her? Like she's a mystery you want to solve. Like, only she matters."
"You matter to me."
The words slipped out of him too fast, and it surprised them both.