Catherine leaned into Maximilian's shoulder as they settled into the quiet of her living room, the weight of the day still lingering somewhere in her chest. It had been emotional in ways she hadn't quite prepared for, yet she didn't feel drained. If anything, there was a strange lightness in her, as though something long unsettled had finally found its place.
"Did you ask to use my jet to put my brothers at ease?" she asked, her voice thoughtful rather than accusatory.
The question had come late, almost as an afterthought. Earlier, she had simply accepted it, but now that she was replaying everything, the decision felt too deliberate to be casual. If he truly was Leon Aureus… a private jet would have been nothing to him. He could have arranged something far more extravagant without blinking.
And yet… He had chosen hers.
