"I don't think Adeline is the Golden Rose," Weston quietly said to his younger brother.
They were near the foot of the staircase leading to the platform. From where they stood, they could see the dashing couple begin to walk away from the dance floor.
The King gave a magnificent performance. None could compare. He held her with the adoration of a lover but gazed at her like a mistress. It was evident his emotions were surface level, and never enough to touch his heart.
This didn't surprise Weston. All along, he knew the King was not capable of compassion, empathy, or the likes of that nature. Perhaps he also did not know how to love.
"You already told me that. I'm not deaf, you know," Easton snorted.
Easton crossed his arms and continued to watch them. His eyes never left His Majesty. Occasionally, he would scan the room for any threats.
"I'm just reminding you of the obvious," Weston snapped. His temper was not at it's finest today.
