Jeniva disappeared into the kitchen to bring some refreshments for Dominick. He, on the other hand, gripped the phone tightly as he lowered his voice to a low hiss.
"Denzel, I have nothing to do with her anymore," Dominick snapped, his eyes darting toward the kitchen to ensure Jeniva was out of earshot.
"But this is happening because of you," Denzel didn’t hesitate to speak bluntly. "You need to see this for yourself, Your Highness. This isn’t a matter that can be overlooked simply because you signed a divorce decree. Her safety is at stake."
Dominick’s jaw tightened, a surge of agitation boiling in his chest. "You are Gabriel’s Gamma, Denzel, and that is the only reason I am forgiving your insolence this time," he spat. "If this is Juniper’s latest scheme to lure me back into her orbit, tell her I see right through her tactics. I am not a fool. Do not let yourself fall for her lies either."
Before Denzel could offer a rebuttal, Dominick terminated the call.
When Jeniva walked back in, balancing a small plate of snacks, she paused. The relaxed man she had left a moment ago was gone, replaced by a Prince whose expression was as somewhat disturbed.
"Is everything alright?" she asked softly, setting the plate down.
"Yeah," Dominick lied. "Just a minor matter at the Palace. It’s nothing for you to worry about."
"You should hurry back to the palace then," Jeniva said, her voice laced with a touch of concern. She gestured to the small plate she had just set down.
"I wasn’t sure what you usually prefer, so I brought these, freshly baked cupcakes and cookies. I spent the early morning on them."
Dominick reached out and picked up a single cupcake. He took a slow bite as he savored the flavor. Jeniva watched him, her hands clasping nervously in front of her.
’Does he actually like it?’ she wondered, her heart sinking slightly at his silence. ’He hasn’t said a word. Maybe he’s only eating it to be polite, to keep from hurting my feelings.’
The silence stretched a second too long for her comfort.
"If it’s not to your liking, you really don’t need to force yourself to finish it," Jeniva affirmed, her tone a mix of pride and vulnerability.
Dominick paused, the half-eaten cupcake still in his hand. He looked from the cupcake to her anxious face.
"It’s excellent, Jeniva," he said, his voice dropping to a genuine, softer note. "I was simply surprised. It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted anything that didn’t feel like it came from a professional kitchen. This... it tastes like home."
He finished the rest of the cupcake and reached for a cookie, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Don’t ever assume I do things out of mere politeness. If I didn’t like them, I wouldn’t have reached for a second one."
Jeniva smiled, feeling happy that he liked them.
~~~~
When Dominick returned to the palace, a servant approached him immediately and informed him that the Queen had summoned him.
His hands paused mid-motion as he was putting on his leather jacket. Without wasting time, he adjusted it properly and turned toward his mother’s chamber.
Inside, Mabel was seated at her desk, going through a detailed list of gifts prepared for the guests.
"Good afternoon, Mom," Dominick said as he entered, lowering his head slightly in greeting. "I was told you wanted to see me immediately."
"Yes," Mabel replied, setting the list aside. "Take a seat."
She gestured toward the chair across from her.
Dominick sat down, his posture straight, his hands coming together on his lap.
"There’s a matter that has come to my attention," Mabel began. "And you are involved in it, Nick."


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