"I want to see it," I said, although I'm not really that big a fan of romantic stories. "They say it's an adaptation of an old romance novel."
"The one about lovers separated by their social status?" she asked, with a glint in her eyes that I couldn't tell if it was curiosity... or something more.
"Yes... That one," I nodded, and lowered my voice a little, trying to recall its contents. "The princess who waits under the moon for the soldier who can't promise her anything..."
For a few moments, Amelia remained silent. Her fingers played with the hem of her skirt, as if she suddenly didn't know where to put her hands. When she came to, she looked up, a subtle, contained sadness reflecting in her eyes. It wasn't obvious, but it was there, like a soft shadow. And I... I could only stare at her.
