DANIEL's POV
Reception hall, where I heard Prince Michael talking in low murmurs.
The hairs on the back of my neck prickled, and though I couldn't make out what Rachel's brother was saying, the stressed pitch of his voice set alarms blaring in my head. My boots squeaked against the reception hall's overly polished marble floors, and Michael fell silent. He stood in the middle of the soaring two-story space next to Elin and Viggo, the Deputy Head of Royal Security. I'd memorized every staff member 's face and name so I would notice if anyone tried to sneak in by disguising themselves as a estate employee.
I gave the group a curt nod. "Your Highness."
"Mr. Carter." Michael responded with a regal nod of his own.
"I trust you're enjoying your day off?"
