Page 106 of The Promised Prince
Trev had never seen that kind of unrestrained movement from Seran before.
“I want to introduce you to my father.” She beamed from ear to ear. “King Bryant.”
Trev bowed. “Your Majesty. It is an honor to meet you. I’m so sorry I missed your arrival yesterday. We were desperately trying to get back.”
That wasn’t true. Trev had desperately been trying to stall his arrival as long as he possibly could.
King Bryant reached his hand out to shake Trev’s. “No apologies are necessary. I understand the hectic schedule of a ruling family. He looked Trev up and down before turning to Seran. “So this is the man who will marry my daughter.”
Seran smiled with pride. Trev could see the similarities in them. They had the same thin nose, the same high cheekbones, but everyone that knew Queen Isadora said Seran looked exactly like her.
“I trust you are good enough for her,” the king said.
It was like he had thrown a knife right into Trev’s heart. He laughed his guilt off. “I doubt anyone is good enough for your daughter, but I will try every day to be worthy of her.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” The king slapped Trev on the back. “Besides, if you don’t treat her well, I have an entire army that I’ll send after you.”
The king laughed, but for some reason, Trev didn’t feel like it was a joke. His eye caught Seran’s. She looked uncomfortable.
“Let’s go down to dinner,” Seran said, clutching her father’s arm, practically dragging him out of the room.
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Renna
Renna sat as far away from the royal table as she could. She was alone at her table so far, but whoever came to sit by her would be a better dining companion than King Carver.
Chills went to the back of her neck as someone whispered in her ear. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”
She turned slightly, seeing Joniss out of the corner of her eye. “That’s funny. I haven’t missed you at all.”
Joniss laughed her insult off, taking the seat beside her. Maybe the royal table would have been better than this. “Are you sure you want to sit by me?” she asked. “I’m kind of a lot to handle.”
“Lucky for you, I’m good at handling things.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You look ravishing tonight in blue.”
“This old thing? It was supposed to be the dress I wore to the ball last week.”
“Really?” His eyebrows raised in interest. “Honestly, I prefer the red dress. Do you still have it? So I can take it off you later?” His smile was steamy and wicked.
She glared at him, trying to decide if Joniss was refreshingly fun or if she wanted to punch him in his handsome face.
“Now that we have a groom, we can finally get this wedding out of the way. I was beginning to worry Ezra wasn’t coming back.”
Renna choked on her drink a little bit.
“Ahhh,” Joniss said annoyingly. “You didn’t know he was back?”
She cleared her voice. “Why would I know anything about the prince?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you get over Ezra.” Joniss winked at her. “I’m really good at what I do.”
Renna didn’t dare ask what, exactly, it was that he was really good at.
The trumpets sounded, turning all eyes to the stairs, except Renna’s. She focused on the table, her napkin, the ground, anything but the royal family.
