Prince Angelus rode through the grand gates of his new palace, seated inside a lavish palanquin.
The golden curtains swayed as the servants carried it forward. Beside him sat Cassiel, dressed in royal blue with silver embroidery, his sharp eyes scanning the palace grounds.
Angelus could feel Cassiel's growing tension. Cassiel had been quiet during the journey, but now, his fingers tapped against his knee, a sign of his impatience.
As the palanquin stopped, Angelus stepped out first, adjusting his royal cloak. But the moment he looked ahead, his breath caught.
Standing at the entrance was his sister, Princess Rose, smiling warmly and beside her was Prince Gael.
Gael held a bouquet of fresh purple roses, his grip firm, his knuckles slightly pale. His eyes locked onto Angelus, but they soon flickered toward Cassiel, and his expression darkened.
Angelus swallowed hard.
Gael. His first love seemed to have returned from his honeymoon and decided to greet him with his wife.
