"..."
The expression on the prince's face was priceless. Levan had built a reputation on being unflappable. That is — until now. His brain short-circuited, his eyes studying her like a general assessing an unpredictable battlefield. The corner of his mouth twitched, just enough to betray the faintest hint of incredulity.
He had endured enough foolishness from others to remain unshaken, but this wife of his...she had just upended his carefully maintained calm with a single, impossible sentence. And for once, he had no immediate retort, no deadpan quip to hide behind, only the rare, fleeting vulnerability of someone momentarily caught off guard.
"You said what?" His tone was calm, but every inch of him radiated annoyance. The quiet fury underneath made it clear he was simmering.
Ilaria instantly regretted opening her mouth. Heat rushed to her face as she pressed her hands over it. "N-no! I didn't mean it! I swear, I didn't—" Her words tumbled out faster than her thoughts.
