"Your Royal Highness,"
Ferine straightened gently, calm and serene at the sound of someone addressing her.
"Yes?" Ferine said, turning around gracefully.
"A delegation has arrived at the palace gates, requesting permission to enter. They carry the crest of Armand."
Ferine tilted her head.
"Who?"
The officer raised his gaze slightly. "It is the young lord who saved our kingdom."
Ferine's breath caught. "Javier de Armand?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
A rare, unrestrained smile spread across her lips. Her usual serenity cracked with excitement, her hands tightening over her gown.
"Ah~ granted!" she declared, her voice bright and clear.
"Let him in at once. He is our savior, after all!"
The officer blinked, surprised by her tone, then quickly bowed deeper.
"At once, Your Highness."
Ferine brushed down her dress.
In her mind
Ah~ my future husband is here.
Behind the doors, Gumarak's voice shrieked again. "Gyaaarhhhhh!!! Woman, not the nose!!!"
