Kyla gasped. “You are sending His Majesty’s gift to Lady Greyson? Is this okay?” Her wide eyes shifted to Maera and Selene quickly, as if to see their reactions, before turning back to Lillia.
But Lillia just smiled, softly.
“Yes, Kyla.” She answered. “I believe this is why he opted to have my dress and mask made, rather than letting me do it.”
Ever since she had read the note he left, his strange restraint and calculated distance began to make sense. But her maidens, however, watched her with surprise written in their expressions, perhaps at how calm she was, despite knowing she was a target not only by a dark magic user, but also Elder Greyson.
“If Elder Greyson has secured an alliance with a rogue clan, then the corruption runs deeper than we assumed.” Lillia continued. “It won’t
