“Dresses, garments, accessories, for every royal occasion. For the future princess.” His tone darkened further. “But the wedding gown takes priority. The ceremony is in six days.”
Mr. Mark visibly paled. “Six days, Your Highness?” he stammered, his face drained of color. “Forgive me, but that is… an impossible task for any dressmaker, even with a full team…”
The room went cold.
Not metaphorically. The temperature physically dropped as Heiko’s aura flared violently, pressing down on them like a tidal wave of ice and rage.
River’s breath hitched as she felt the crushing pressure, her own lungs struggling to draw air. The assistant’s knees buckled slightly, and Mr. Mark’s lips turned blue as he trembled under the prince’s wrath.
We’re going to pass out, River thought, panic seizing her
