Morning light drifted through the high windows of Seraphina's new chambers—a suite in the palace's east wing brimming with silk tapestries and carved furniture. She stood at the vanity, tracing the carved roses with her fingertips as she contemplated her first full day as Kael's court aide… and poison tester.
A gentle knock sounded at the door. A maid peered in, carrying a tray of parchment and quills. "Your Highness sent these," she said with a curtsey. "Correspondence, reports, and the roster for today's council."
Seraphina nodded, heart fluttering with anticipation and nerves. She carefully arranged the papers on her desk, smoothing each sheet out as if taming the chaos in her mind.
By midday, she was seated beside Kael in the council chamber, quill in hand. Nobles droned on about trade disputes and border skirmishes. Seraphina's gaze flicked between her notes and the prince—he listened intently, brow furrowed, occasionally shooting her a question in a low voice only she could hear.
After the meeting broke, she stepped into the gallery—an open corridor where courtiers mingled under painted ceilings. As she passed, Lord Bellamy, a handsome yet slick noble in emerald brocade, offered her a polite bow.
"Lady Seraphina," he said with a charming smile, "the palace feels brighter with you here."
She forced a smile. "Thank you, Lord Bellamy."
He lingered too close, eyes tracing the curve of her cheek. Seraphina's pulse quickened—she wasn't sure if it was flattery or discomfort.
Before she could retreat, a firm hand settled on her elbow.
"Seraphina," Kael's voice murmured. His dark gaze snapped to Bellamy. "Too close."
Bellamy's smile flickered. "I was merely greeting her, Your Highness."
Kael's jaw tightened. "She's under my protection. I suggest you mind your distance."
A hush fell over the gallery. Seraphina felt heat creep up her neck. Bellamy inclined his head stiffly and backed away.
Kael guided her into a nearby alcove. "Are you all right?" he asked, voice low.
She swallowed. "I… I'm fine. Thank you."
His expression softened slightly. "I'll have you escorted whenever you need—" He paused, then huffed softly. "But you're not a child. Aside from that…" He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "If anyone bothers you again, tell me."
Seraphina's heart fluttered. "Yes, Your Highness."
He allowed himself a small, wry smile before turning away. Seraphina watched him go, feeling both protected and, strangely, noticed in a way no one else had ever done.
As she returned to her desk, parchment in hand, she realized that palace life was more dangerous—and more intoxicating—than she'd ever imagined. And with Prince Kael by her side, every whispered glance and guarded word carried new meaning.