~Xaphen~
Junia’s laughter echoed behind me, free and wild. It was contagious, pulling a rare, genuine laugh out of me. We sped across the waves, twisting and turning, the sea spray cooling our skin. For a moment, everything else fell away—Elena, the pressures of being king, the expectations.
It was just us, the sea, and our laughter.
“Faster!” she shouted, tightening her hold on me.
I obliged, pushing the jet ski to its limit until we were skimming over the water with an exhilarating speed. When we finally slowed, the yacht came into view, anchored just a little way ahead. It was grand, gleaming under the setting sun, and I couldn’t help but glance at Junia’s reaction.
Her eyes widened as we approached, taking in the vessel's size and elegance. “Is this… yours?” she asked, awe colori
