Chapter 288: Escorting Genevieve Today
In the lavishly appointed chambers of the Young Men’s Princes’ Wing, the bustle of servants attending to their duties was interwoven with the playful banter of two young royals.
Benedict Velthorne, the second prince Spencer’s illegitimate son, sat on a cushioned stool, his striking green eyes flicking over the polished mirror in front of him.
His crimson-red hair was in the process of being brushed and styled by a maid, and despite the air of activity, Benedict exuded an effortless composure.
Across the room stood John, the son of the fourth prince, Jaron.
Though less striking in appearance, with his sandy blond hair and a face that always seemed to be on the verge of a grin, John was no less spirited.
The two young men shared a camaraderie born of proximity, though their personalities often clashed in amusing ways.
"You know, Benedict," John began, lounging casually in a chair as his attendants fussed with his sleeves, "for someone who’s technically a bastard, you certainly do act like royalty. It’s almost charming."
Benedict didn’t even flinch. "Ah, John," he replied smoothly, his tone dripping with mock sincerity. "It must be exhausting for you, having to rely on such witless insults. Shall I help you come up with something better?"
The maids stifled their laughter, glancing nervously between the two princes.
John, unfazed, smirked and leaned forward. "Why bother? You seem to enjoy the attention, anyway. Look at you—preening like a peacock while the rest of us just try to get dressed without a fuss."
Benedict arched an eyebrow, his green eyes glinting with mischief. "Preening, you say? Well, forgive me for caring about my appearance. Unlike some, I refuse to look like I just rolled out of bed. Though I suppose that’s all you can manage with what little you have to work with."