The grand ballroom of the Monaco palace shimmered with the opulence of Europe’s elite. Chandeliers dripped with crystals, casting warm light over a sea of aristocrats, dignitaries and royalty. Prince Philip stood on the edge of the room, observing the swirling dance floor with a practiced eye. It was the kind of event he’d attended countless times as Queen Elizabeth’s consort, polite conversation, diplomatic smiles and a rigid adherence to protocol.

But tonight was different.

His gaze fell upon her, a royal of striking elegance, their outfit glowing as they moved gracefully through the crowd. There was something about them that intrigued him, something that went beyond their beauty. Perhaps it was the air of mystery that clung to them, or the way their eyes flickered with something unspoken.

Philip straightened as they approached, a glint of curiosity in his eyes.