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Caspian looked down at her, at the woman who had somehow become his entire world, and felt that now-familiar warmth spread through him.

"Come," he said. "Let's enjoy the rest of the evening."

"More cake?" Caroline asked hopefully.

Caspian smiled. "If you'd like."

"I always like cake," Caroline said.

And as they made their way back through the ballroom, Caspian caught Alex's eye across the room. The prince raised his glass in a silent toast, his expression knowing and pleased.

Caspian returned the gesture.

Yes, he thought. He was lucky indeed.

Chapter 44

Let Them Have Their Destiny, I Have Shopping

The capital's shopping district was everything Carol had hoped for and more.

Merchant stands lined the wide cobblestone streets, their colorful awnings creating a patchwork of shade. Boutiques with elegant storefronts displayed their finest wares in sparkling windows. The air was filled with the calls of vendors, the chime of shop bells, and the excited chatter of shoppers.

Carol walked arm-in-arm with Beatrice, both of them practically vibrating with excitement. Caspian followed a step behind, looking vaguely amused, while eight guards trailed after them—already beginning to accumulate packages.

"Where should we start?" Beatrice asked, her eyes wide as she tried to take in everything at once.

"Everywhere," Carol said decisively. "We start everywhere."

Caspian made a sound that might have been a laugh. "I believe my purse is about to suffer."

"You're a duke," Carol said. "Your purse will survive."

"Will it?" Caspian asked dryly, but he was smiling.

They dove into the shopping district with enthusiasm.

The fabric merchant's stall was first—bolts of silk, velvet, and fine wool in every color imaginable. Carol selected several for new gowns, Beatrice helping her choose complementary shades. The merchant assured them the fabrics would be delivered to their townhouse by evening.

The jewelry quarter was next. Glittering displays of rings, necklaces, bracelets, and brooches caught the sunlight. Carol found a beautiful set of pearl earrings for her mother and an elegant tie pin for her father.

"What about this?" Beatrice asked, holding up a delicate silver bracelet.

"Perfect for you," Carol said. "Consider it a gift from your sister."

"Carol, you don't have to—"

"I want to," Carol insisted. "You're going to be an aunt in a few months. Let me spoil you a little."

Beatrice hugged her tightly. "Thank you."

They moved on to a specialty shop that sold goods for pets—or rather, for noble's exotic companions. Carol found sturdy leather collars enchanted to grow with the wearer (perfect for Shadow's rapid growth), climbing toys for Mochi, and a cushioned perch for Sunny. She also purchased a warming blanket for Snowball's egg.

"Our pets are going to be more spoiled than most nobles," Caspian observed.

"They deserve it," Carol said. "They're very good babies."

"Shadow is the size of a small horse."