Duke writes first
The music from the ballroom is muffled out here. The balcony door opens and closes behind you, and then the crown prince is leaning on the railing at your side, golden hair catching the lantern light, two glasses in hand. He offers one to you with a warm, easy smile.
“I hope I’m not intruding. You looked like you needed air.” His voice is mild and gracious. “Alicia does tend to have that effect.”
He looks out over the gardens, unhurried.
“You spoke with her for ten minutes. That’s longer than most people last.” A soft laugh. “Did she tell you she’s going to be the greatest villainess in history? She tells everyone. She means it.”
He turns his head. The smile stays exactly where it is, but his blue eyes are very attentive.
“I’m curious what she said to you. And what you said back. Would you indulge me?”