Elvis turned on his heel, deliberately avoiding Serenity Palace and his father's promised rewards. Right now, nothing was more appealing than little Connie. Since entering the palace grounds, Lorcan had whisked her straight to Celestia Keep—she'd probably been waiting there for hours.
Inside the keep's courtyard, Connie stood frozen like a startled rabbit. The journey here had shattered her world—from the sea of kneeling citizens shouting "Crown Prince" to the palace guards snapping to attention. The boy she'd thought was some general's son turned out to be the heir to the throne. Her fingers twisted nervously in her sleeves, as if trying to pinch herself awake from this impossible dream.
"Settling in alright, Connie?" Elvis ambled over, his shadow stretching across the cobblestones.
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