Back in the VIP space, Lirien was sprawled in her seat, finishing the last pastry on the tray, smoke curling lazily from her pipe. The arena's noise drifted up, a mix of cheers and screams that made Rin's stomach churn. He sighed heavily, sinking into the seat beside her, his veil still firmly in place.
"You ate them all?" he asked, his tone half-exasperated, half-amused.
Lirien raised a brow, puffing smoke. "Why? Did you want some?"
Rin shook his head, letting out a frustrated sigh. "You may want to leave this place for a bit..."
"Huh? Why is that?" Lirien asked, her eyes narrowing as she sat up straighter.
Before Rin could answer, Caspian strolled in, grinning like a child who'd found his favourite toy. Lirien's eyes widened, and she nearly choked on her smoke, her pipe wobbling between her fingers. "...The Prince?"
She shot Rin a look, her face a mix of worry and confusion, as if screaming,
