Before Selena could respond, King Liam's keen eyes locked onto the interaction. A cold mask replaced his usual regal countenance, and a surge of possessiveness coursed through him. Swiftly, he seized the rose from the vendor's hand, his voice laced with a hint of jealousy. "This rose does not suit her," he declared, his grip tightening around Selena's wrist.
Selena, surprised by Liam's sudden actions, looked up at him with wide, understanding eyes. A gentle smile formed on her lips, and she willingly allowed herself to be led by him through the vibrant market square.
As they strolled together, Selena's gaze drifted toward the vendor, who was watching from a distance, a mix of admiration and regret in his eyes. She made an apologetic gesture and the vendor's dejected eyes brightened but before he could nod his head in understanding, King Liam draped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.
