Third Person (Lady Evelyn and Kai)
Evelyn sat beneath a broad patio umbrella, her posture impeccable, but no amount of designer silk or grace could hide the irritation shadowing her features.
A newspaper had been laid out on the table beside her. Front and center on the paper: a glossy photo of Kael and Lyra attending yet another royal event, hand-in-hand, looking every inch the fairytale couple. The headline gushed about their chemistry—Kael’s “devoted husband” image apparently sealed with a casual arm around her waist.
What a joke. A rogue prince, celebrated as the future king?
“How much longer until Lyra gives birth?” Evelyn asked, her voice clipped.
“About a month, madam,” her maid answered.
Evelyn’s expression tightened. Her fingers went to her temples, massaging the headache bl
