#Chapter 248: Dancing with the Prince

"Looks like you have quite the fan club," I remarked, a teasing smile playing on my lips as I gestured towards the group of women who were eyeing him eagerly. The Prince chuckled softly, but there was a hint of resignation in his expression. "It's flattering, I suppose. But sometimes, I wish they would give it a rest." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his candid admission. "Really? I would have thought you'd enjoy the attention." "It's not that I don't appreciate it, Shana. But sometimes, it feels... suffocating. Like they don't see me for who I am, only what I represent." He shook his head, his gaze scanning the crowd with a hint of weariness. I nodded in understanding, sensing the weight of his words. "I can imagine that must be frustrating. It's hard to know who genuinely cares about you when you're surrounded by so many people who only see the crown." "Exactly," he replied, a touch of gratitude in his voice. "You understand. I just wish my father could see it that w