Jasmine's POV
When the wave of celebration died down, guests began forming an orderly line to officially greet the newly recognized royal grandchildren.
I found myself swept along with my friends, anticipation building in my chest.
From my position in line, I had a perfect view of Jeffrey and Naia standing beside Norton. A smile tugged at my lips as I watched them. These were my children, but they looked like completely different versions of themselves. The same two who would throw tantrums if I ever suggested they dress formally were now standing with regal posture, gracefully acknowledging each noble guest.
Jeffrey shifted restlessly from foot to foot, his polite smile becoming more strained with each passing moment. Meanwhile, Naia practically glowed, her grin widening with every introduction.
She was absolutely thriving. Each guest seemed drawn to linger in conversation with her, as if she had already captured their hearts and become their clear favorite.
