Eve
The knock on the door drew me out of the thoughts I had been lost in. Before I could rise, Elliot had already sprung to his feet and raced to the door. He opened it, and Montegue's frame filled the doorway, a wide smile on his face as he peered down at his grandson.
"Why, hello there," he greeted, reaching out so Elliot could take his hand, which he did. "You look ready to meet her." He remarked lightly before his gaze lifted to meet mine. "You look like a proper prince."
Elliot flushed, hiding his smile behind his hand, his eyes darting up to me, waiting for me to add my own compliment.
I grinned softly, nodding. "You are always adorable, but today your cuteness is exponential."
He flushed even more, swinging one foot.
Dressed in a formal traditional royal ensemble, a dark, tailored green that made his eyes gleam, he was the most adorable child in the world. But I was probably biased—because he was mine.
