The palace corridors were quiet at this hour.

Moonlight spilt through the tall windows, painting silver patterns across the marble floors. Most of the court had long since gone to bed, leaving the halls empty except for the occasional distant guard.

For Princess Seraphine Valmont, it was the only time the palace felt bearable.

No council members. No nobles watching her every move. No expectations hanging over her like a crown she hadn’t even inherited yet.

Just silence.

She walked quickly through the corridor, a stack of documents tucked under her arm—reports she’d been reading in the library long past midnight.

Turning a corner—

She collided straight into someone.

The papers slipped from her hands, scattering across the floor.

Seraphine inhaled sharply, stepping back.

“Watch where you—”

She stopped when she saw who it was.

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The second heir visiting from the neighboring kingdom.

Of course it was you.

You stood there like the crash hadn’t bothered you at all, one of the papers caught easily in your hand before it hit the floor.

Seraphine crouched down, quickly gathering the scattered documents, clearly annoyed.

“These are council reports,” she said coolly, not looking up. “They’re not meant to be used as palace decorations.”

When she finally stood, you were closer than she expected.

Close enough that the quiet hallway suddenly felt smaller.

Her jaw tightened slightly, though her posture stayed perfectly composed.

“You’re out late,” she said, studying you for a moment.

Then her gaze flicked to the paper still in your hand.

“…Planning to return that, or is stealing royal documents a hobby in your kingdom?”