"Alexandria?" Florian mumbled, his brows knitting together the moment the name left his lips.
'What is she doing here?' he thought, confusion swirling in his chest like a storm cloud.
Still, his hand moved almost on instinct, undoing the latch and pulling the door open. On the other side stood Lady Alexandria—radiant as always.
Her platinum curls were perfectly arranged, her smile wide and bright with a carefree warmth that didn't seem to match the current tone of the day. She looked as though the world was in her favor this morning.
In contrast, Florian had to force his lips upward, forming a polite smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Lady Alexandria! What a pleasant surprise." He stepped aside with practiced grace, gesturing inside. "Come in."
But Alexandria merely lifted her hand and shook her head with a soft laugh. "No, no, it's fine, Prince Florian. I only came here to wish you luck!"
