During dinner, Gideon maintained the polished reserve expected of royalty. He spoke little and did not attempt any private conversation.
The meal unfolded amid the soft clink of silverware, the fragrance of roasted meats and spices, and the low murmur of formal discussion.
Only after the meal ended did circumstances shift.
Edward insisted that Gideon personally escort Kiara and Noah to their guest rooms, accompanied by a royal knight.
Once they were walking through the quieter palace corridors, the prince's formal mask eased.
The rigid posture of royalty softened. The polished smile became more natural. At last, Gideon spoke in a casual tone.
"I did not expect Miss Kiara to skip lunch entirely."
Kiara stopped mid-step. Her boots fell silent against the polished floor. She turned to Gideon, genuinely surprised that he had brought up a matter she had long since dismissed.
When she repeated the same explanation about fuel, Gideon smiled and shook his head.
