The laughter had barely left my lips when a knock echoed through the castle, cutting the moment short. It was loud and deliberate, reverberating down the corridors like a warning bell.
I frowned, glancing at Aamon. "Where is that coming from?" I asked, curiosity laced with unease.
His ever-present smirk faltered, his playful demeanor replaced by something I hadn't seen before: alertness. A flicker of worry crossed his face, though he quickly masked it.
"Oops..." he muttered, already moving toward the door.
"What do you mean, 'oops'?" I demanded, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing you need to worry about, milady," he replied hurriedly, cracking the door open just enough to peek into the hallway. His usual teasing tone was gone, replaced by a nervous edge that made my stomach twist. "Come now
