Jasper moved swiftly through the dense forest, his boots barely making a sound against the damp earth. The morning sun filtered through the towering trees, casting golden streaks across his path.
In his hands, he clutched a small basket filled with fresh bread, cheese, and dried meat—whatever he had managed to grab from the palace kitchens without raising suspicion.
Just a quick trip, he told himself. Drop off the food, make sure she's fine, and get back before anyone notices I'm gone.
His mind, however, whispered another truth—he hadn't just taken this risk because of duty or obligation.
No, something about Princess Seraphina pulled him in, even when he knew it was dangerous.
And that alone should have been enough to make him stay away.
But he didn't.
The small cabin soon came into view, nestled between the trees like a well-kept secret. Jasper exhaled and stepped onto the porch, knocking lightly.
Before he could lower his hand, the door swung open.
