The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew and anticipation. The royal courtyard buzzed with activity as Damien, Elenor, and their entourage prepared for the journey to the Crescent Moon Pack. The fleet of sleek black cars gleamed under the sunlight, their presence a testament to the importance of the trip. Guards moved with precision, securing luggage and double-checking routes, while palace staff hovered nearby, ensuring every detail was perfect.
Elenor adjusted the delicate shawl draped over her shoulders, a faint smile playing on her lips as she watched her mother in-law smother Damien in kisses like he was a child. She couldn’t contain her excitement.
“It feels surreal,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling as she turned to Damien when he finally was freed from his mothe
