Viana tilted her head, her circlet catching the chandelier light. "Careful, Your Majesty. I'm the Queen of the Hunt now. I could have you chased by wolves."
He laughed, a rich sound that turned a few heads. "I'd like to see you try."
Their banter flowed easily, but Viana was keenly aware of the eyes on them, nobles whispering behind their goblets, some approving, others calculating.
The dance brought them closer, and she caught the faint scent of cedar and spice on him, a contrast to the heavy perfumes of the court. His hand tightened slightly on hers, and she felt a flicker of warmth, though she quickly dismissed it. Prince Rayne was a charmer, nothing more.
As the waltz ended, the musicians paused, and the crowd applauded politely. Prince Rayne didn't release her hand immediately, his gaze lingering.
"You're full of surprises, Princess Viana," he said, his voice softer now, almost serious.
