Chapter 4: A Chance Encounter
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Morning sunlight spilled across the Kingdom of Astoria, painting the city's historic buildings in shades of gold.
The capital had never looked more alive.
Street vendors called out to early customers, cafés filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, and newspaper boys hurried through the crowded sidewalks, waving today's headlines above their heads.
"WHO WILL BECOME ASTORIA'S NEXT QUEEN?"
Every newspaper carried the same story.
Every television station replayed yesterday's Royal Council announcement.
Every conversation seemed to begin—and end—with Prince Nicholas Ashford.
Inside a small café just two streets away from St. Augustine Academy, Elena Carter stood patiently in line, waiting for her morning coffee.
"Good morning, Miss Carter!" the barista greeted with a smile.
"The usual?"
She smiled back.
"Please."
As he prepared her drink, two women sitting nearby lowered their voices, though not enough to avoid being overheard.
"I heard Lady Victoria Beaumont has already been invited to dinner at the palace."
"Nonsense. My cousin works there. He said there are dozens of noble ladies arriving every day."
"I'd marry the prince in a heartbeat."
"So would half the kingdom."
They both laughed.
Elena accepted her coffee and thanked the barista.
As she passed the women, one of them asked jokingly, "What about you? If the prince proposed, would you say yes?"
Elena laughed softly.
"I don't think princes propose to history teachers."
"But if he did?"
She thought for a moment.
"I'd rather someone choose me because of who I am—not because everyone expects it."
The women exchanged amused glances.
"You really are different."
Elena simply smiled and continued toward the academy.
She never noticed the black luxury sedan parked across the street.
Inside sat Oliver Hayes.
He watched the city through the window while waiting for the royal convoy to leave the palace.
Across from him, Prince Nicholas skimmed through a stack of briefing papers before tossing them onto the seat.
"I've officially become the kingdom's favorite topic."
Oliver smirked.
"You've always been."
"No."
Nicholas looked out the window.
"They're not talking about me."
"They're talking about my future wife."
Oliver couldn't argue with that.
For the first time in years, Nicholas felt as though his own life no longer belonged to him.
He had become a headline.
A royal obligation.
A prize.
The scream shattered the morning calm.
Heads turned.
A little boy, no older than five, had broken free from his mother's grasp and darted into the busy intersection.
"Noah!" his mother cried, panicking filling her voice.
For one terrifying heartbeat, the entire street froze.
The boy stood motionless in the middle of the road, his favorite toy car slipping from his tiny hands.
At the same moment, an elderly cyclist lost control of his bicycle after swerving to avoid a delivery van. The bicycle skidded wildly toward the child.
Gasps erupted from the crowd.
"Someone help him!"
Elena didn't think.
She reacted.
Her coffee hit the pavement with a splash as the books in her arms scattered across the sidewalk.
Ignoring the frightened screams behind her, she sprinted toward the child.
"Miss!" someone shouted.
But Elena never slowed down.
She reached the little boy just as the bicycle came within inches of him.
Wrapping both arms around him, she pulled him against her chest and threw herself toward the sidewalk.
The bicycle crashed into a traffic sign with a deafening clang before toppling onto the road.
Silence.
Then applause broke out.
"Oh my goodness..."
"She saved him!"
"Is everyone alright?"
The little boy buried his face in Elena's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.
"It's okay," she whispered, gently stroking his hair.
"You're safe now."
His mother rushed forward, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"My baby!"
She hugged him tightly before turning to Elena.
"I... I don't know how to thank you."
Elena smiled warmly.
"You don't have to."
"I'm just glad he's alright."
Across the street, the royal convoy had come to a complete stop.
Inside the lead limousine, Prince Nicholas had witnessed everything through the window.
Without hesitation, he reached for the door handle.
Oliver immediately noticed.
"Your Highness..."
Nicholas opened the door.
"I can't stay in the car after that."
Before the security team could object, he stepped onto the street.
The crowd erupted into excited whispers.
"It's the Crown Prince!"
"He got out of the convoy!"
"Cameras! Hurry!"
Flashbulbs exploded as reporters scrambled for the perfect photograph.
Nicholas ignored them all.
His attention remained fixed on the young woman kneeling beside the frightened child.
She wasn't posing for attention.
She wasn't looking around to see who had noticed.
She was simply making sure the little boy felt safe.
Something about that touched him.
He approached quietly.
"Is anyone hurt?"
Elena looked up.
For the first time, their eyes met.
His were calm, thoughtful, and unexpectedly gentle.
Hers were clear, warm, and completely unafraid.
For a brief moment, the noise of the city seemed to disappear.
Neither of them spoke.
Neither looked away.
Then the little boy sniffled.
"I'm sorry..."
Elena smiled.
"What are you apologizing for?"
"I dropped my toy."
She looked around before spotting the tiny red toy car lying near the curb.
Nicholas noticed it too.
Before any member of his security team could react, he walked over, picked it up, and crouched in front of the child.
"I believe this belongs to you."
The little boy's eyes widened.
"Thank you, sir."
Nicholas smiled.
"You're welcome."
As he stood, he turned to Elena once more.
"That was incredibly brave."
She brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"I simply did what anyone would have done."
Nicholas shook his head slightly.
"No."
He glanced toward the crowd that had only watched.
"Not everyone would."
For the first time in days, a genuine smile appeared on his face.
And for reasons he couldn't explain...
He found himself hoping this wouldn't be the last time he saw Elena Carter.
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