You can’t seem to place it, but you know him from somewhere. Son of a family friend, maybe—but it scratches at your skin and irritates your knows. He doesn’t acknowledge you, but you can feel the familiarity in the air. Tinged with a frank bit of frustration and annoyance.

Right. Your marriage was arranged after all. Of course annoyance would be in the air. But there was no use pretending you didn’t know him—the crown prince, like you weren’t hand selected by the elders to carry his pups.