The moment the doors closed behind them, Lamir's entire expression changed.
Gone was the dramatic prince who greeted everyone with playful smiles and shameless flirting.
In his place stood a deeply frustrated man.
"You idiot!" Lamir snapped as he marched toward Evie. "Why did you show your face?! I told you to be careful!"
His voice echoed loudly across the room.
"Now the entire palace is crawling with guards! Do you know how impossible it is to get you out now?!"
Lamir dragged a hand through his white hair in frustration.
"What are we supposed to do now?!"
His voice was loud enough to shake the room—
But Ren barely heard any of it.
Because from the moment he entered—
His entire attention had already locked onto Evie.
She sat quietly beside the large window, one hand wrapped around a cup of tea while snow-covered skies stretched endlessly behind her.
For a second—
Ren forgot how to breathe.
She looked unreal.
Like some delicate sculpture carved from winter itself.
