Adeline barely had time to react before he stumbled backwards, his foot catching on a rock. He was about to fall.
Quickly, she reached out and grabbed his hand, steadying him.
For a moment, he just stared at her.
That was when she saw his face clearly.
Her eyes widened in realisation.
"Marcus," she murmured.
The third prince.
He looked so much like Cassian.
Adeline quickly corrected herself, offering a small smile as she inclined her head. "Your Highness."
The young boy, Marcus, the third prince, looked at her with wide, startled eyes. A faint pink hue dusted his cheeks, and he shifted on his feet, seemingly unsure of what to say. Finally, in a soft voice, he murmured, "Lady Adeline."
His tone was shy but polite, and she could tell he was a little unsure of himself.