Holding Elva, I walked further into my assigned room, bringing the man into focus.
It wasn’t Nicholas, but his brother.
“Julian.”
I knew Julian from my days at the Royal Academy, though we hadn’t been friends. Since Julian and Nicholas were arch-enemies, and I was Nicholas’s girlfriend, I avoided interacted with Julian as much as I could.
He quirked his lips into a playful smile. “You know, these days I go by, ‘Your Royal Highness.’”
I swallowed hard, realizing my mistake.
I had to be careful here. Any perceived slight against the princes could cost me my life. But it was so difficult to reimagine the boys I knew at the Academy into the princes they presented themselves as now.
Nicholas and Julian were brothers, too. I never would have guessed.
I guessed Nicholas had plenty of his
