Third Person POV
Queen Isabelle gaped at her son as he pulled out a chair for Rosalie and sat her down, before taking a seat himself at the dining table. She turned to King Julian and leaned in close to murmur “Are my eyes deceiving me, or is he acting like a hot-blooded male?”
King Julian gave a dry chuckle, observing his son with keen eyes “I daresay that maybe he might be showing an interest in ahem, Rosalie” he said agreeing, his eyes twinkling with mirth “he’s acting like a young man in love, don’t you think?” he added thoughtfully.
Queen Isabelle gave a gasp and turned back to watch the two of them, her eyes keenly observing them as she tucked into her breakfast, her heart swelling with joy as she fought back the urge to interrupt them. If this was the case, she thought with hope
