"Prince Jackson," the royal assistant announced as he entered the study, bowing. "Her Highness has requested that you visit Versailles to meet Princess Celestite."
Jackson, lounging in a high-backed armchair, didn't look up from the book he was holding. He turned a page, slow and deliberate.
"Hmm."
There was a long pause before he added, casually, "Didn't my mother mention wanting to visit the market with me?"
The assistant blinked. "She did, Your Highness."
"Ask her if today suits her mood."
"Right away, Your Highness."
Azalea could barely contain her delight when she received the message. She had asked her son countless times to accompany her to the capital's markets, only to be met with the usual polite evasion. But today , he had asked for her.
