The Princess's Second Life
Her wolf growled, not at him, but at her—for denying what the bond screamed.
By the time sunlight poured through the palace windows, the corridors were already alive with gossip. Elara could feel eyes following her as she moved through the hall. Servants paused in their sweeping, guards straightened, nobles hushed their voices mid-sentence.
“They say Prince Kieran stayed late with the council,” one maid whispered to another.
“They say he charmed the Queen herself.”
“But did you see the way Princess Elara looked at him?”
“She’ll be his bride within the year, mark my words.”