WARNING: 18+
Time frame: after war
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"That's you being stupid, Uzana," Adeline reconsidered her preconceived notions of the prince. Perhaps he wasn't so bad after all.
As they walked, Adeline couldn't help but notice Uzana's confident stride and the way his eyes scanned the crowd as if he owned the place.
Despite his status as a prince, his arrogance seemed almost innate, as if it were part of his very being.
It surprised her that he was the first to greet her when they met in the hallway leading to the banquet hall. His haughty demeanor was as much a part of him as his sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes.
And, Adeline admitted, he did look handsome tonight. He wore a regal Cescil robe with golden, vine-like ornaments adorning the collar.
The robe's stitching was unfinished, leaving seams and gaps that were seamlessly bridged by a crisscross of silk.
