The Black Sedan rolled into the palace gates as Aidan let out a deep exhalation. It had been six months of being away. Six months of running away from his responsibility as the Prince of Aragon. Six months of stepping away from the Palace walls. Six months of stalking a woman who was now his fake bride.
And now, here he was about to take up the arranged marriage just so he could protect her.
The palace guards, having recognized the Sedan as the Prince's favorite, all rushed forward.
They all bowed as the sleek black car came to a graceful stop. The driver swiftly stepped out and opened the door for Aidan to step out.
Aidan emerged, exuding effortless authority and grace. He wore a custom-tailored midnight-blue Italian suit that hugged his tall frame perfectly, the fabric subtly gleaming under the sun.
