I stood near the wall, silently observing as my younger sister, Iana, moved effortlessly among the noble ladies, her laughter blending seamlessly with theirs. She carried herself well, as expected—but my focus sharpened the moment the Crown Prince approached her.

My jaw tightened. His gaze lingered on her a little too long, his smile a little too charming. A dangerous glint flickered in his eyes, and I knew I had to intervene. Without a second thought, I pushed off the wall, ready to step in—

But before I could move, a hand caught the fabric of my coat, stopping me mid-stride.

My irritation flared instantly. "Who is it?" I demanded, my voice cold and sharp as I turned. My brows furrowed, my gaze locking onto yours—impatient, unyielding, demanding an explanation.