Fated To The Alpha Princes
spilled wine near Arianthe's plate, sending dark red droplets spattering across the tablecloth and nearly onto her silver gown, my patience frayed.
"Allow me," I said, moving faster than protocol would typically permit, catching the cup before more could spill and using my napkin to contain the damage. As I did, my hand brushed Arianthe's, and that electric sensation jolted through me again.
Her eyes widened, pupils dilating as she felt it too, that unmistakable connection that neither of us had expected. For a moment, the room around us seemed to fade, the chatter of diplomats and royalty becoming distant, unimportant noise.
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