And then, he looked away.
Just like that, Regaleon’s gaze moved past her easily; as though he hadn’t just seen anything worth his attention. As though it were merely one of his attendants who had entered.
Shame slapped Lillia so hard, it stole her breath, and the connection she had felt snapped so abruptly that it left her dizzy.
The air cooled, almost icy, slamming into her chest as she trembled, the gown she’d worn with such quiet anticipation now felt absurdly heavy and bare on her skin.
Lillia stilled, almost in a daze, caught between breathlessness and regret.
“Unless you want to join the guards and maidens—” Regaleon said coolly, voice detached. The kind that enforces the painful reminder of being in the wrong place at the right time.
“Sit.” He did not look at her as he spoke
