85 84 - Dull Gray

"Hey, Maria." A manly sweet voice was heard, grabbing the attention of the young woman who was busy sorting out the remaining goods that she still needed to sell. 

Maria looked up, slightly bowed at the young man, and gave him a kind friendly smile.

"Your Highness." 

"Are you done with the day already?" The prince asked, looking down at Maria's basket and leaning closer to the wooden stall.

"Not yet, Your Highness. I need to sell all of these before I head home." 

The prince nodded his head, looking troubled over something. The prince was too easy to read for Maria. She could clearly see the expression in his eyes and she could almost predict what he was thinking. 

"Is there any problem, Your Highness?" Maria asked, tilting her head a little bit. 

Prince Owen rubbed his nape as he shyly brought his other hand, which he was hiding on his back, to the front. He had his fist closed, looking like he was hiding something inside of it.