Zion kept reminding himself to stay patient. With one arm supporting the princess and the other free, he was at least able to open doors or defend against any sudden attacks. But time was running out—the magic of the cloak was beginning to fade, and he had no choice but to retreat for now. Holding her tightly, he retraced his steps, moving swiftly and silently through the castle.
How did he know she was truly the princess?
It went back years ago, when he was just a boy. His father had brought him to the palace, and that was when he first saw her—the little girl who had captivated everyone's attention. She had long, wavy golden hair, and when sunlight touched it, it shimmered like strands of molten gold. She looked almost angelic. That was the moment Zion learned what it meant to have a crush.
