Vaelen wasn’t in the room when she got out … small mercies.
Once dressed, Saeris found her meal set by the living area. She gobbled down the duck confit and two cheese-and-chive scones while thinking through what she’d done … in the middle of doing.
Not an hour later, she was out of Vaelen’s room and was slowed at the curve of the open hall when her eyes landed on Mor. Lord Cassius stood with her, shoulders stiff, mouth drawn tight like he’d swallowed something unpleasant. Mor, in contrast, looked… offended.
She tilted her head, said something Saeris couldn’t catch, but it made Cassius flinch ever so slightly, then flicked a hand in an elegant, dismissive wave.
Whatever it was, it sent him retreating down the corridor.
Saeris hadn’t real
