[Frojholm Estate—Return—Leif's POV]
As we finally stepped back into Frojholm the next day, I was already rehearsing the moment in my head. My people would be waiting with flowers, snacks, maybe even a little cheer squad—because hello, I just sealed a deal with the Elves and snagged us a shiny new medicines contract.
TA-DA!! Medicine bonus, people!
But reality? Reality slapped me in the face.
Because there—right in the courtyard—my people, my maids, Nick, Baron Sigurd… and even my crimson babies were…
…doing the CHA-CHA dance.
Yes. The Cha-cha. Arms swinging, hips wiggling, even Baron Sigurd's mustache was bouncing to the rhythm. And Crown Prince, Princess sirella, both captains...were Clapping at them.
I froze. Alvar froze. We both just stood there, staring like idiots.
Alvar's jaw tightened, his entire majestic "Grand Duke" presence crumbling into something that looked suspiciously like what-the-hell-am-I-watching.
Meanwhile, me?
