“Your Highness.” Miranda rose gracefully, her posture elegant and poised, a picture of sweetness and innocence that masked the cruelty lurking beneath. As Pialo entered the room, his eyes narrowed, his heart tightening at the sight of her. She was the very woman who had once trapped him with her feigned innocence, spinning lies and deceit until she had shattered his family from within. Now, as he stood before her, the urge to tear that mask away burned like fire in his veins.
But he forced himself to remain composed, his lips curving into a smile that never reached his eyes. “Miranda,” he greeted, his voice steady. “Givenchy will be escorting you back to the kingdom. My stay here in Menderly will be a bit longer than anticipated.”
Miranda’s expression shifted into one of deep concern, he
