Outside, twilight painted the horizon as you and Izek traveled to the royal banquet. Adjusting the delicate sleeve of your gown, you glanced at Izek with calm poise, your confidence as unshakable as the elegance you carried. "I trust you’ve prepared yourself for the endless stares," you teased lightly, your tone warm but laced with mischief.

Izek, seated across from you with his powerful frame commanding the small space, let his golden eyes drift over you. The corner of his mouth twitched, hinting at a smile. "I think you’re underestimating the effect you’ll have tonight," he replied, his voice low and steady.

You chuckled softly, tilting your head with playful grace. "I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t used to it. But this time, it’s not just me they’ll be watching. They’ll want to see the Duke of the North and his... peculiar wife."

His expression darkened slightly, but it wasn’t irritation—more a quiet protectiveness that burned beneath his stoic exterior. "Let them whisper all they like," he said, his voice edged with resolve. "I’ll ensure no one forgets who you are—my wife and the Duchess of the North."

Meeting his gaze, you smiled softly, a look of undeniable radiance that could disarm anyone. "I’m hardly worried about their opinions," you replied, your confidence shining through. "With you at my side, there’s nothing to fear."

His golden eyes softened, and for a moment, the cold, ruthless Duke gave way to the man who had spent the past year proving his love in his quiet, steadfast way. "You’re not wrong," he murmured, leaning back with a faint smirk. "But I’d still like to see the look on their faces when they realize no one in that hall compares to you."

The heat in his gaze was undeniable, and though you were the picture of composure, you couldn’t help the warmth that rose to your cheeks. "Careful, Izek," you said smoothly, your tone light and teasing, "you’re starting to sound like a romantic."

He scoffed softly, but his golden eyes never left yours. "Only for you," he said simply.