"You're all dressed up," a voice drawled from the corner of the room as Consort Baron adjusted the last fold of his royal robes.
He did not object when a pair of slim, pearly hands slipped around his waist from behind. Instead, Baron straightened the rich purple fabric calmly while she leaned into him, resting her head against his back.
"Where are you headed to, my love?" she murmured softly.
And yes, this was none other than Celeste, Baron's lover.
Nearly everyone in the kingdom knew there was no love lost between Queen Seraphira and her consort, Baron. Their union was so toxic that even Baron had no true place in the palace, completely ostracized by the queen herself. It was no secret, then, that he sought elsewhere what Seraphira was expected to give but refused.
Among his many lovers, one stood above the rest.
Celeste.
