SERAPHINA POV
The music began to play softly beneath the lingering whispers and relentless camera flashes. Adrian led the first step with ease. I followed without missing a beat.
"I have to admit something."
I raised an eyebrow. "That's usually a terrible way to start a conversation."
The corner of his lips lifted, clearly pleased with my response. His plan had worked. The awkwardness between us disappeared, and the conversation flowed naturally, despite the countless eyes silently judging us.
"Everyone thinks I chose you."
"So that means you didn't." I tilted my head. "Then who did you actually choose?"
"Today?" He glanced around the ballroom. "Valerion."
A quiet laugh escaped me. That sounded exactly like something a future king would say, though I doubted it was entirely true.
