For a moment, countless guesses flashed through her mind, yet none of them felt safe to speak aloud. Some questions, once asked, could cut deeper than a sword.
Just as her thoughts grew heavier, Kael withdrew his gaze and looked back at her. The instant he saw her expression, his brows tightened slightly.
He lifted his hand and waved it lightly in front of her face, half amused, half helpless.
"Wife," he asked, "what are you thinking about so seriously?"
Zora snapped back to herself. She forced a small smile, sweet and composed.
"Nothing," she replied.
But her eyes betrayed her.
Kael stared at her for a moment, then his expression softened into something gentler, yet firmer.
"Zora," he said, his voice low and steady, "if there is something you want to ask, then ask me."
His fingers brushed her hair with tenderness. "There is no need for worry between you and me. No need for hesitation. No need to hide."
Zora's heart trembled slightly.
He always noticed.
