As Prince Rayan carried his wife to their apartments, the two of them playing around in the corridors, someone else caught sight of this. It wasn't one of the blushing maids who was not so oblivious to the Royal Couple's intimate moments, or one of the guards who almost hid themselves under their armors as the duo came through, nor was it Blanche, who had made her way out a little while ago already, taking the Prince's timely presence to go on her morning hunt.
But hidden in the shadows of a corridor, the other Princess watched as they went up the stairs, a pang of envy in her heart. She found them beautiful together. Princess Milena's raven locks, falling on her husband's shoulder and her own, shiny curls that always looked so sleek and glossy. Her red lips, her mysterious purple eyes,
