Mira looked at Anos.
The princess didn't know what the girl was looking at; she only knew that the girl's gaze was always on her face.
Anos held a book in her hands, pretending to be nonchalant as she turned slightly, trying not to let Mira see her face directly. It would be embarrassing that way.
After a while, the girl would probably look away, right? A quarter-hour? Half an hour? Anos wasn't sure. She tried to focus her gaze on the book rather than constantly checking to see if Mira was still looking at her.
The princess subconsciously reached up to touch the tips of her hair.
Mira's gaze sometimes fell on the book in her hands, sometimes on her noble brows, and sometimes on the chest beneath her equestrian attire. No one but God knew what the girl was thinking.
