The moment he saw me, the Ice People chief stood. Not hurried. Not stiff. Smooth. Controlled. Tall. Broad shoulders draped in white and silver like winter itself had learned manners.
He walked up, took my hand—And kissed it. A proper gentleman's kiss.
Soft. Brief. Respectful.
Coffi made a sound that could only be described as a dying swan. Latte clutched her chest like she was witnessing a romance novel come to life.
My father smiled approvingly. I felt my soul leave my body.
"I am honored to finally greet you properly, Lady Seraphine," Viking said, eyes bright, voice warm despite the frost aesthetic.
Ah come on, I'm about to swoon. But I smiled back, composed, graceful, totally not melting internally. "Welcome to Agro Territory. I apologize for the delay. I was… violently dirty."
His lips twitched. "I hear heroics are rarely clean affairs."
Traitor. Hot. Observant. Dangerous combination. And somehow—somehow—I ended up touring them.
