Crown Prince Aaron wanted to ask badly if the girl standing there was alright. From his meeting yesterday and what he had heard about her today, his latest impression of the girl was that she was quite bold. However, in the end, she was a tiny little girl after all.
He should have known. He should have put one of his trusted guards in the shadows. If he had actually gone to meet the mother queen and not be there for her in time, it would have been a disaster. He also needed to put someone to keep an eye on that third brother of his.
"Thank you, your highness," he heard a tiny voice from the side as his eyes drifted from the distant darkness in the hall to the source. Emmeline Whittemore was trying hard not to smile, though her eyes were filled with gratitude.