The golden, late-afternoon light spilled across the marble terrace, casting long shadows over the remnants of the royal luncheon. The air was finally calm. Maids and footmen moved quietly, clearing away the fine china and crystal, their polite clinking the only sound, save for the distant call of a bird.
Marissa stood near the fountain, her arms folded, overseeing the cleanup. She had done it. She had survived the test, humiliated her rival, and secured the favor of both the Crown Princess and the Dowager.
"I heard you shone today."
The voice was deep, laced with a smug, knowing amusement that was becoming all too familiar. It boomed across the terrace, causing the nearby servants to startle and immediately bow their heads.
Marissa turned. Derek was approaching, his stride long and confident, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked less like a duke and more like a wolf who had just enjoyed a good show.
