Letter from the Palace

Jennifer couldn't help but notice the subtle undercurrents of awkwardness between Fiona and Jaegar. Her eyes darted between them, catching the fleeting glances and the way they both seemed hyper-aware of each other's presence.

She remained silent, however, choosing instead to engage Pierre in conversation about the exciting soccer match they had just witnessed.

Jaegar, for his part, seemed equally ill at ease. His usual jovial manner was somewhat subdued, and he focused intently on his food, only occasionally contributing to the conversation.

When Fiona leaned over to refill his glass, their hands brushed momentarily, causing both to start slightly. The air between them crackled with an almost palpable tension.