This time it was both the servants and the noble women in the castle. Everywhere he passed, it was the same hushed whispers, intense gazes and soft laughter. And when he would make the mistake of having an eye contact with them....they would blush, and act shy and start giggling and whispering again.
Even the men were looking at him...like a competition.
He had long since learned to ignore it.
But that did not mean he had grown to like it.
And today… it grated on him more than usual. Perhaps because his mind was already occupied.
Or perhaps because this was not where he wished to draw attention—not when his thoughts were fixed on his sister.
He straightened slightly as he walked, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure even in motion.
At six-foot-four, with broad shoulders and a build honed through both training and expectation, he was difficult to overlook.
