Ten minutes later, they returned—matching in various shades of royal workout wear.
Jared wore a scarf, somehow and his shirt read: "Namast'ay Away from My Sister."
Lucien's said nothing, but it was a tactical black that dared the sun to challenge it, with only the kingdom's crest stitched over his heart.
Callum sparkled, probably unintentionally.
Felix, hair tied in a half-bun, had pastel hues that matched the garden blooms and wore painter's gloves, even to yoga.
Lance wore a tank top that read: "Stretch and Conquer."
Marcus wore loose silks and carried a towel like a prophet of calm.
And Leo… wore goggles. No one asked why.
But it was Evelisse who stole the attention.
She wore soft white linen with tiny sea-blue embroidery along the hem. Her ribbon matched the scroll's tie. She looked like a little breeze that had wandered into court.
They turned as Evelisse arrived, each offering smiles, bows, or cheeky salutes.
