From across the room, a tiny, muffled sound broke the awkward silence.
It was a snort. A very quiet, very refined, but undeniable giggle.
Jacks adjusted his posture slightly, peering out of his one uncovered eye. Princess Evangeline had her hand pressed firmly over her mouth, her shoulders trembling as she tried—and failed—to fight back a sudden fit of laughter.
Her eyes were bright with genuine amusement, sparkling like the silver stars in her hair.
"Evangeline!"
The King’s booming voice sliced through the silence like a broadsword.
Evangeline immediately straightened up, her hand dropping to her side, though a tiny, rebellious dimple remained on her cheek.
Well, he thought, adjusting the heavy longbow on his shoulder as he settled into his stance, at least someone appreciated the entrance.
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romeo and juliet meets evajacks