The Princess's Second Life
Every instinct screamed for her to move closer, to lean into him, to let the bond snap shut.
Instead, she whispered, “Thank you.”
His gaze lingered on her for a long moment before he turned on his heel and left the hall.
Kieran’s jaw tightened. His goblet shattered in his hand.
The feast continued, but the air was poisoned now. Every glance, every whisper carried the same question: What lies between the princess and the elder son?
Elara excused herself as soon as she could, fleeing to the quiet of the palace gardens. Moonlight bathed the roses in silver, the cool night air easing the fire in her veins. But her heart still thundered with every step.