SERAPHINA
Sunset comes too quickly.
I dress in one of the formal gowns Mother packed—deep burgundy with long sleeves and a high neckline. Conservative enough for a Northern court but rich enough to show I’m still royalty, even if I’m forced here.
Azriel looks adorable in a small tunic and trousers, his dark hair combed back from his face. He keeps tugging at the collar.
“It itches.”
“I know, baby. But you need to look nice for dinner.”
“Why? It’s just food.”
“Because we’re meeting your father’s court. And first impressions matter.”
A knock at the door makes my stomach drop. I open it to find Commander Thane waiting, dressed in formal attire.
“Princess. The King sent me to escort you to dinner.”
“We’re ready.” I take Azriel’s hand, and we follow Thane through corridors that all lo
