Seraphina rolled her eyes and then, without warning, leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Jasper."
He couldn't move for a second. Then helped her up into the cart, tugging the flap shut behind her.
Jasper slipped into the shadows again, watching from behind a stone pillar as the royal entourage began to arrive.
Prince Kyle walked with his father, their guards and attendants in tow. They looked stunning in royal navy and silver, the Oakenshaw colors shining in the morning light.
Following them was the court of Arcadia—King Lucien, looking regal and composed, and Prince Damian, who had his arm casually draped around Evelina's waist.
Kyle approached them with an easy, diplomatic smile. "Prince Damian. Lady Evelina."
Evelina dipped her head. "Prince Kyle."
"Congratulations again, my lady," Kyle said, eyes flicking briefly to Damian. "You've earned your redemption tenfold."
"Thank you," she replied coolly.
