"So far, so good," Florian whispered, keeping his voice low as he leaned slightly toward Lucius and Cashew. The three of them stood concealed behind a set of ivy-covered columns in the garden gazebo, their vantage point offering an unobstructed view of Heinz and Alexandria.
The pair sat at a small, elegant table adorned with delicate teacups and fine pastries, illuminated by soft golden sunlight streaming through the enchanted canopy above. Florian's eyes remained fixed on the scene, his curiosity simmering just beneath the surface. "How are they both feeling?"
Lucius crossed his arms, his gaze steady as ever. "Princess Alexandria is happy. Calm, as she always is," he replied in his usual matter-of-fact tone.
Florian nodded slightly. That wasn't surprising. Alexandria's serene demeanor was practically unshakable, a trait that only added to her allure. But Florian's curiosity wasn't so much about her as it was about the man across from her. "And King Heinz?"
