The royal banquet was held strictly when the clock struck nineteen. The sun had set, so Seraphine made sure she would bring the sun with her by wearing a yellow glittered dress.
"My eyes!" Rowan jested when he saw her.
Seraphine couldn't help but laugh.
Damn it! I laugh again.
Husband is funny.
"That's the kind of reaction I want them to have," she said in a neutral tone.
"I was joking," Rowan said with a smile, "Yellow looks good with your hair too."
"You look–" Seraphine looked at him from head to toe. He was wearing a dark green suit with black pants–"good too."
Rowan then held his arm for Seraphine to take. He escorted her to their carriage.
"The banquet might have some tensions," Rowan suddenly said in a serious tone, "with what just happened to Marchioness Trumbolt."
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