“Goodnight, Y/N.” he smiled. It seemed like he didn’t want me to go and that was sending these unmistakable shivers through my chest, straight to my heart. Was I seriously beginning to like this mysterious prince that I had only met that day? Yes, yes I was.
The next day or so was used as time for planning the attack on the castle. Peter tried to get me involved, but after an hour he was so fed up with my sarcasm that he told me to go sit in the corner and listen to the rest of them make plans.
❝ Everything became much brighter, and after a few steps they found themselves at the edge of the wood, looking down on a sandy beach. A few yards away a very calm sea was falling on the sand with such tiny ripples that it made hardly any sound. There was no land in sight and no clouds in the sky. The sun was about where it ought to be at ten o'clock in the morning, and the sea was a dazzling blue. They stood sniffing in the sea-smell.
“By Jove!” said Peter. “This is good enough.”
Five minutes later everyone was barefooted and wading in the cool clear water. ❞