Lucian's fists clenched like they were trying to strangle the air. His gold eyes flicked between River, Vesper, the guards, and Tristan as the situation took a nosedive his training had never prepared him for—mostly because no one writes "your mate will body-block a wedding crasher in a white dress while teary-eyed" in any training.
Why.
The guards kept moving towards Vesper.
But the princess stepped in front of Vesper. To get to Vesper, they would have to touch River, and touching the Crown Princess of Aelindris without authorization was a career decision that required more than a moment's consideration.
Pink magic snapped around River and Vesper both, instinct overriding thought.
The crowd gasped. Color drained from Tristan's face.
Lucian's gold eyes widened. He didn't feel any hostility through their matebond, just determination.
