Seraphina's POV
By the time we arrived at the palace, I was exhausted—but at least I was full.
After everything that had happened today, I hadn't realized just how hungry I had been until I was sitting in front of a plate of food, shoveling bites into my mouth like a starved animal.
Darius, of course, had been completely entertained by my suffering.
He had leaned back in his chair, smirking, and said, "I feel like I should've taken you to a buffet instead.
I had rolled my eyes at him then, but the truth was, I was grateful because despite how bizarre this entire situation was—getting engaged to someone I barely knew, for the sake of survival—Darius had somehow managed to make it feel less suffocating.
He wasn't at all what I expected him to be.
I had assumed that as the Crown Prince, he would be a traditionalist—the kind of man who thrived on politics and obeyed his father without question, but I had been wrong.
So wrong.
