"Stay," Kaelor commanded, his voice a low, guttural vibration, as if he would kill her himself if he found her misbehaving. "If you so much as twitch toward those doors, I will call the guards myself. Do you understand?"
Veyra didn't answer. She only clutched her stomach, her lip curling into that permanent, scarred sneer. She had always played the victim, but standing before Kaelor's newfound resolve, the act was finally useless.
Meanwhile, in the Sovereign Wing, I was blissfully unaware of the drama in the servant passages.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, while Damar rubbed a cooling salve into my swollen ankles. Phina and Raiden were napping in a pile of furs nearby, while Lyra was busy trying to 'help' Noah reorganize a shelf of scrolls.
Ah, she's getting even more active lately. Is this age working on her? She's not having a phase already, is she? Haha.
"You're remarkably quiet today, Arinya," Thalor noted, leaning against the window frame.
