Chapter 221: Silent Alliances (BONUS)
Christian leaned in slightly, his voice pitched low and light, the perfect blend of charm and conspiracy.
"Would you mind taking a walk with me, Lady Irina?"
Irina set her teacup down with careful precision, feeling more eyes on them than she liked—but that was the point, wasn't it?
"Not at all," she said smoothly, rising from her chair.
Christian offered his arm without flourish. She took it without hesitation.
And together, they moved toward the arching double doors at the far side of the salon, each step slow enough to look casual, quick enough to be deliberate.
Court eyes followed them.
Whispers stirred at the fringes—speculations about the young prince, freshly free from any official engagement, choosing a new companion so openly. The court loved a romance, especially when it involved titles, lineage, and political advantage.
But Irina wasn't thinking about the court.
She allowed herself one glance back over her shoulder.
