Seraphine’s POV
“They’re avoiding you.”
The girl didn’t mean to sound accusing.
But I did. I didn’t look up from where I sat, my fingers lightly tracing the rim of the cup in front of me, my posture relaxed in a way that no longer convinced anyone who knew how to look closely.
“They’re adjusting,” she replied.
A quiet scoff came from across the room.
“That’s not an adjustment.”
The servant immediately straightened, the sound cutting off as quickly as it had come, her head lowering in apology she didn’t voice.
Good.
Fear was still there.
Not gone.
Just… thinner.
I let her gaze linger for a second longer before looking away again, my fingers stilling against the cup as the room settled back into silence.
“Leave,” I said.
No one argued.
The door closed behind them with a soft c
