"I didn't stutter, make sure to keep him out of my sight," Elora instructed, annoyed when she thought of Kyros—his action of interrupting her sleep was still clear in her mind.
Nalia sensed the queen's mood and wisely reduced her presence, no matter how shocking the news was; she had to maintain a calm expression.
"Somewhere with a garden and secluded," Elora added before the door of the dining room was opened.
As soon as she walked in, she felt the subtle tension in the room—sitting across the table were her three husbands, with Kyros sitting comfortably, as if he wasn't bothered by the cautious stares.
They all turned their gaze to her, questions clear in their eyes and undisguised joy in Kyros's. "Good morning, hope everyone slept well, don't ask a word until I'm done eating." Elora's soothing tone had a firm edge, making it clear it was an order, not a request.
