The celebration went on well into the night. Goblets clinked, laughter filled the air, and for the first time in a long while, Evelina felt she could finally relax.
Damian had kept his promise, spinning her around the room in a slow, intimate dance as the musicians played a soft, lilting tune. His touch was light on her waist, but his eyes burned with something deeper.
When the music ended, he leaned close, his lips brushing against her ear.
"Another?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.
Evelina chuckled, shaking her head. "You're insatiable, Your Highness."
He smirked. "Only when it comes to you."
Jasper groaned from the side. "Gods, I need more wine to endure this."
The laughter continued, but Jasper felt the night slipping away beneath his fingers. While Damian and Evelina basked in their well-earned triumph, he had other matters weighing on his heart.
Princess Seraphina.
She would be leaving Arcadia at dawn.
