Upon Marx's return, he was met with a disconcerting sight. Prince Raquim lounged casually beside Amaya, his posture relaxed, leaning in as their animated conversation flowed with a familiarity that unsettled Marx.
Opposite them, Tamara sat with a bemused expression, delicately cradling her teacup. She had already sent her son to rest in the guest room with the nanny. The soft clink of porcelain punctuated their lighthearted banter, lending an air of intimacy that grated against Marx's composure.
The Prince of Albanya reached for the porcelain teapot, pouring tea into Princess Amaya's cup with an almost reverent tenderness. His gaze lingered, soft and warm, creating a serene moment that sparked a flare of ire in Marx's chest.
