Dean reacted on pure instinct the moment Arion stepped off the railing. His whole posture tightened, shoulders rising, breath catching hard in his chest. It wasn't subtle and it definitely wasn't dignified; it was the overwhelmed response that came from an omega who had just realized the diplomatic threat he'd been hiding from had found him anyway.
"What… how…" Dean's voice cracked, and an extremely unhelpful string of curses slipped out before he could stop them. "Why are you here?!"
Arion looked nothing but amused, almost pleased by Dean's very real panic. The expression softened his usually controlled features, making him look less like a crown prince and more like a man who had just stumbled across something he genuinely liked.
"I wanted to meet you," he said with a calmness that made Dean feel even more unsteady. "The stairs were a longer route."
Dean stared. "You climbed three floors."
"Yes."
"You climbed the palace."
