The princess shot her father a quick glance, surprised he would share such a personal detail. It was unlike him to reveal anything that might be perceived as a weakness, even something as insignificant as a dessert preference. Yet as the servants brought in the delicately crafted pastries, their sweet scent filling the air, she understood his intent. He was attempting to humanise her, to bridge the gap between the formidable royal heir and the young girl who still took simple pleasure in favourite foods.
Elliot noticed the brief look that passed between father and daughter, filing away this new information. The princess's sweet tooth was hardly strategic intelligence, but it offered a glimpse of the person behind the royal facade. He found himself increasingly curious about what other con
