Page 74 of The Promised Prince
“Which one do you want?” Trev gestured to the table with a knowing smile.
“You really don’t need to buy me anything.” Renna hated how he knew her so well. Hated and loved it.
“Pick one!” Trev snapped playfully.
“Cinnamon!” Renna snapped, biting back her smile.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.” He turned to Seran. “Which one would you like?”
“Raisin, please,” Seran said with perfect politeness.
The three of them continued down the row of vendors, Trev in the middle of the two women. They ate their rolls in a silence that nearly choked Renna. She needed to escape the royal couple before the anguish of her situation swallowed her whole. A pair of men walked toward them on the opposite side of the aisle, making it impossible for Renna to break away. A shove pushed her toward the men, putting her directly in their way. The men stumbled to a halt, visibly surprised by the woman who had so clumsily bumped into them.
Renna awkwardly shuffled around them. “I’m so sorry!” she said through a mouthful of bread as the men walked away, shaking their heads at her.
She looked at Trev, trying to figure out how she had ended up in front of the men in the first place.
“Wow,” Trev said with a serious face. “You really need to watch where you’re going.”
Renna’s face turned red with embarrassment. She wanted to slug him in the shoulder or push him back, but she was keenly aware of Seran standing next to him with a stunned expression.
Trev looked at the princess, a playful glimmer in his eyes. “Man, you can’t take Renna anywhere. Is she always like this?”
Seran released a small laugh, almost too small to even be heard. She wrapped her fingers around Trev’s forearm as she walked. “Poor Renna. You really shouldn’t tease her like that.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Trev replied innocently.
Renna may not be able to punch him, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t get even another way. “You know, Seran, it’s a shame your father didn’t form an alliance with Appa,” Renna said casually, hoping Seran picked up on her cues. “You could’ve been engaged to King Reddick instead.”
“Yes, I hear he’s very handsome,” Seran said with a serious tone.
Trev scoffed. “Not more handsome than me.”
Renna looked at him pointedly. “Definitely more handsome than you.”
Trev’s brows bent together in offense.
“What about King Davin in Enderlin?” Seran added, leaning around Trev to speak to Renna. “He’s very attractive.”
“He’s like fifteen years older than you,” Trev whined. “And married.”
“Ah, yes,” Renna teased. “He’s old, wise, and good looking—a triple threat.”
“I can’t believe you guys,” Trev pouted, throwing his hands into the air. “I’m clearly the best choice for a husband.”
Renna pretended to look Trev over. He stopped walking, and slowly spun around in a circle, giving them a good look at every angle.
“I don’t know, Seran. What do you think?”
Seran let out a heavy breath like she was disappointed. “I suppose he’ll have to do.”
“No way.” He shook his head. “I’m the most eligible bachelor.”
Then Trev started dancing in between them, moving his hips back and forth, waving his arms in the air. Renna glanced at the people around them, eyeing their prince like he was insane. Even Seran looked like she thought he was crazy.
“I bet King Reddick can’t dance like this.” He shimmied his shoulders in front of Renna. “WeknowKing Davin can’t dance like this.”
“Because he’s too old?” Renna asked, rolling her lips together to suppress a laugh.
