Helio’s POV
Thomas, my valet, adjusted my robes with the militant precision. I imagined Scarlett was doing the same to whatever Aspen was wearing. I tried to imagine what it would be.
A knock came at the door, and Thomas frowned. He was not a man who liked to be interrupted in his work.
“Thank you, Thomas. I’m sure I look very regal,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder.
He still pursed his lips with displeasure as he went to answer the door. I expected to see my brothers on the other side, but instead, there stood Jack.
Jack took in Thomas’s sour expression and bit his lip. He was trying not to laugh at the middle-aged prim and proper man. “Helio, I thought maybe we could talk a bit before the ceremony.”
“The ceremony is in less than half an hour, Your Highness,” Thomas bit out.
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