They naturally fit together, rounding out the party composed of Friedrich’s second son, Kurt, and his new wife and her parents. With Dev and Felice in their mountain hideaway and Ulrich and Dixie returned to the palace to greet her family, only the six of them were left to tour the ancient part of Danislova’s oldest city. With the narrow streets and alleyways, their shoulders bumped from time to time, and she had to make herself pull away. The fact that Kurt and Casey were newlyweds and her parents were acting as if they were didn’t help matters. “These buildings date to the fourteenth century,” Friedrich said as they walked beneath the wooden-beamed overhangs of houses that had served as homes for guild members and merchants. The original middle class of Danislova. Flowers hung everywhere, and residents waved from windows. Friedrich acknowledged his subjects with a tip of his hat here and there. Kurt waved back, and Casey occasionally joined him. She was a princess now, after all.
