n her chaise lounge, sketchbook balanced on her knees, her pencil gliding smoothly across the page as she designed a deep green, slit evening dress
ideo call. The name glowing on the scre
quickly wiped her hands and acc
, her voice warm and graceful. "I called to check u
ge tension that lingered between them. But this-this was the Queen. The mother of the same
ady," Danica said fin
u since then, has he?" The Queen's
itched. "He has. He called th
King's nephew, will be arriving this evening. We'll be hosting a sm
if she showed up. Rage? Embarrassment? Displeasure? That sly threat of his still clung
r? Let him. He'd
My Lady," Danica
tch for a while longer, then picked up a n
et hall glittered with crystal chandeliers, warm candelabras glowed against cream-colored walls, and a long mahogany dining table sat at th
ly behind his back. He'd spent the last few hours preparing-polishing his sh
moving, the maidens whispering, and the echo
lot's voice boomed with delight as he welc
es tucked into a neat twist, wrapped her arms around her br
came Prin
d navy blue mohair morning suit with a patterned waistcoat beneath. At his side was a stunning woman in a deep red evening gown
ensed. He sw
c's voice echoed across t
ne around his cousin. But as always, it didn't end there. Dominic leaned in with a g
better. It was never harmless. It was always a jab-a remi
dining table. Hans and Dominic took their usual seats opposit
of vintage champagne an
ts echoed, their glasses
King Lancelot asked, sli
e a bit too-with Narissa's flair and the Prince's
oman?" Queen Narissa asked, tur
amed. "Lor
aid. "I hope she stays
nic. "Let's hope she lasts, unlike the rest," he sai
a smile and embarrassment. Her brows pinche
though his smile didn't falter. "Still bit
louder, "where's your
Queen Narissa's face froze
behaving like schoolboys
oy here is Hans,"
orcing a chuckle. "Hans does hav
t so?" he asked, a waffle on h
ifted uncomfor
the most important banquet of the year. If you
ominic," Hans snapped, irri
he?" Dominic pr
ice pierc
right
he large carved doors at
golden candleli
sketchbook, hugging her curves and glinting with emerald beads. Her hair
lowed hard, his
ce, every step measured, deliberate. She looke
in surprise. The Queen sat straighter,
Prince Hans, her lips curl
" she asked, as though