The orchestra transitioned to a new piece, something slower and more intimate than the formal dances that had dominated the evening thus far. I made my way through the crowd, nodding acknowledgments to those who bowed or curtseyed but never slowing my progress toward Emma.
She stood with Elijah now, her hand resting on his forearm as they spoke quietly together. Her face lit up when she caught sight of me approaching, and the simple joy in her expression sent warmth spreading through my chest.
"May I reclaim my wife?" I asked Elijah, the word 'wife' still new and precious on my tongue.
He inclined his head with mock formality. "I suppose I can spare her, Your Majesty." His tone was teasing, but his eyes held genuine warmth as they moved between us. "Try not to step on her toes. I've see
