Nate chuckled. “Does it matter? He’s always in a good mood with you.”
I stayed a few steps behind as we walked through campus, where students had already reunited with their families. It was packed, but the real crowd was gathered around the gates, watching the sleek black limousine with the Lyperian crest—hoping to catch a glimpse of the king.
There were more cars lined up behind it, surrounded by Lyperian guards as people were snapping pictures.
The crowd parted to let us through, and I crossed my arms, leaning casually against the gates, pretending like I wasn’t fazed. There were about twenty guards surrounding the limousine—not much for Lyperian standards, but still enough to draw attention. The kind of attention I didn’t want, especially today.
“Your Highness,” the guards bowed on
