"Why don't we have dinner out? The restaurant over there looks inviting," Sylvian suggested, gesturing toward a brightly lit establishment.
"I think that's a grand idea," Damian replied.
The driver pulled into the restaurant's sweeping driveway, but the trio remained inside for a moment, maintaining the poise expected of their rank. Maurice and Sylvian's personal bodyguard stepped out from the trailing car, moving in perfect synchronization to open the doors.
As the men exited, Damian paused, ducking his head slightly while resting one hand on the car's frame. He extended his other hand to Eilika as he helped her navigate the heavy velvet of her gown out of the vehicle.
The restaurant's security detail rushed forward, forming a protective corridor to ensure the Prince, the Duke, and the Duchess were escorted safely inside. They were led to a premier table beside a towering window, where a waiter immediately presented them with gold-embossed menus.
