It would’ve been far too kind, far too merciful, for the saints to let Saeris sulk in peace.
The woman’s gaze flicked over her shoulder, no doubt tracking the path Vaelen had taken with Ria, before landing on her again.
“Well, if it isn't his newest addition,” Mor purred. “I don't believe we've properly met.”
Saeris stopped walking, not out of fear. No, never that.
“I’ve—”
“I know.” Mor waved a dismissive hand. “There’s no need. Everyone in court already knows who you are. Still… you look rather different without all that ceremonial finery. Almost... ordinary.”
Saeris observed.
She’d been named worse, too—by someone who’d once kissed her.
“I wasn’t aware court etiquette involved interrupting people mid-sentence,” she said lightly, meeting Mor’s stare. “Is that a Lycan custom I s
