The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate
She needs a break.
Eventually, the carriage begins to slow down, and Regina feels relief well up in her chest at the sight of their friend, Hal Jordan, tending to his rose garden with a silver bucket, a hat hanging loose around his neck, the bow under his chin still tied perfectly. As the carriage rolls up to his home, he looks up, eyeballing them for a moment before recognition dawns.
This carriage is discreet, its exterior plain black and offering no indication that whoever is inside of it is of royal origin, but there’s a tell-tale string of gold along the side, just subtle enough that if one has seen this carriage before, they’ll recognize it again.
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