No one present was ignorant of Guinvere's status or talent, but feelings were another matter entirely.
To them, she was the woman who stood between Prince Kael and Zora, and that alone was enough to sour any goodwill.
Prince Kael frowned slightly. "Guinvere, go back on your own," he replied calmly. "I'm returning to the academy."
Guinvere's brows knitted together. "The academy doesn't benefit you at all," she said, unable to hide the frustration creeping into her tone. "Instead, it will only slow your progress. Why insist on staying there?"
She truly couldn't understand it.
Prince Kael's growth and strength were obvious to anyone with eyes. In her mind, his path should be clear and unimpeded, not tangled up in an ordinary academy.
And yet, because of Zora, he was willing to ignore everything else. That thought gnawed at her.
"This is my decision," Prince Kael said, his voice steady and unyielding. "You don't need to concern yourself with it."
