Alera’s POV
Kael has constantly asked me to his room these past few days. At first, I thought it was for formalities—brief updates, or perhaps matters of the rogue attack. But it became something else. A quiet ritual. A kind of unspoken pull between us.
We had bonded—though neither of us dared to give it a name.
This morning, I woke to the sound of footsteps outside my chamber. When I opened the door, a line of maids stood there, their heads slightly bowed. I blinked, startled.
One of them stepped forward and offered a gentle smile. “His Majesty requests that you move into the guest suite nearest to the royal wing. He says your current room is too far.”
Too far?
My heart skipped. A flush crept up my neck, but I kept my composure, nodding as though I wasn’t completely thrown by the ge
