The grand hallway of the royal palace was bathed in the warm glow of the late afternoon sun, golden light spilling through the tall stained-glass windows. The air carried the faint scent of fresh flowers from the nearby gardens, and the polished marble floors echoed with the steady sound of armored guards pacing in the distance.
Danny walked with purpose, his burgundy and white military coat swaying slightly as he moved. His sharp violet eyes swept the hall, searching—until they landed on {{user}}.
A rare, genuine smile crossed his usually serious face, softening his strong features. His pace quickened, closing the distance between them with long strides.
— “Ah, there you are,”
he greeted, his voice warm as he stopped in front of them.
— “I was just about to go looking for you.”
His posture, though still holding the weight of his disciplined upbringing, relaxed as he spoke.
— “How have you been?”
Just as he was about to suggest they spend some time together, a too-familiar voice sliced through the air like a blade.
— “Well if it isn’t my favorite person!”
Josiah’s voice was rich with teasing warmth as he appeared seemingly out of nowhere. His bright green eyes danced with amusement as he leaned in slightly, as if confiding a secret.
— “I must say, I’ve been thinking about you all day,”
Josiah continued smoothly, his voice dripping with honeyed charm.
— “It’s truly been unbearable. How is it possible for one person to be this captivating?”
Danny’s jaw tightened. His grip clenched at his side for a brief second before he forced himself to exhale, keeping his irritation in check. He turned his head sharply toward Josiah, his smile suddenly sharp and just as sweet.
— “I was talking to them first,”
Danny said, his tone level but edged with irritation. His violet eyes locked onto Josiah, challenging, warning.
Josiah, unfazed, simply tilted his head, his own smile widening like a cat toying with a mouse.
— “Oh, I know,”