"Duchess from Beldovia and prince from Sanguis lovey-dovey throughout the welcome ball," Sophia read from her tablet whilst sipping a cup of Darjeeling tea, keeping it comfy in a silk robe, her hair tied up in an extremely messy bun that suited her.
"Tabloids," she grumbled, annoyed whilst scrolling down the daily Beldovia tabloids to find a picture of her and Nicholas mid-waltz.
Undoubtedly, they looked amazing, and from pictures alone, it was safe to say they had a blast.
"Well someone looks comfortable after last night's events," a voice said, disrupting her from her grumbling.
Sophia nearly bashed her head against the royal dining room's marble countertop, realizing what she had done, or had to do.
