Athena knew she couldn’t afford to be careless when it came to Alexandra’s birthday party.
She had prepared the birthday gift for Alexandra well in advance. Even if Alexandra didn’t like her, she was determined not to give anyone the dis
On the big day, the Kander Manor’s carlage arrived bright and early to fetch Athent
Athena wore a sapphire blue satin short jacket adorned with floral patterns, its culls embroidered with gold threaded passionflower vinat Around far waist, an apricot–yellow silk sash was fastened with a gem inlaid wooden clasp, from which hang hem waist pendants that chimed softly the shards of crystal with every step.
Draped over her shoulders was a sky blue silk kesi cloak, subtly patterned with cranes and interwoven with percock feather threads and gold, shimmering like moonlight scattered across a frozen lake when it caught the light.
This elaborate yet refined attire honored her status without drawing undue attention.
Yet it was this understated luxury that made Athens seem like a different person altogether.
Gone was the innocence of youth, replaced by a calm confidence that marked her as a natural leader.
Only when Athena stood before him did Xander finally snap out of his daze
“Prince Kander,” Athena called
out softly.
Xander blinked, his bright eyes fixed on Athena, filled with both astonishment and admiration
He had never seen Athena look so utterly radiant before,
She was like a pearl, once hidden beneath dust, now finally revealed and shining with newfound brilliance.
From the carriage, a pair of hands with well–defined knuckles reached out. His fingers were long and balanced, bearing the faint calluses of years spent gripping weapons.
The veins at his wrists stood out, a quiet testament to his strength and control.
Athena’s eyes paused on Xander’s hands, then slowly moved up to meet his face.
That breathtakingly handsome face now wore an unexpected tenderness, sending a jolt through her heart.
It was hard to believe that the notoriously cold and ruthless Prince Xander could ever appear so gentle.
She placed her hand in his palm, her fingers gently enveloped by his firm grasp as she leaned into his support and stepped up into the camage.
There was a raw intensity about Kander that could easily overpower anyone in close quarters. Athena was no exception.
But one thing was certain to her this wasn’t fear, it was respect.
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