The hallway outside the royal wing was hushed.
Leander moved with purpose—his long cloak trailing behind him. His eyes, usually cold and unreadable, now burned with silent fury. He was making his way to the royal study to finalize an impromptu battle plan before returning to the war room.
Just as he turned a corner—
“Leander,” a soft, sweet voice called out.
He didn’t break his stride.
Lady Elanora stepped quickly in front of him, blocking his path with an artificial smile that faltered at the corners.
“I was just on my way to see you,” she purred, her eyes scanning his face for any flicker of interest.
He didn’t slow. “Step aside, Elanora.”
She smiled. “You look… tense. Perhaps you need company—”
His jaw tightened.
“I’m not in the mood for your games,” he said sharply, voice lik
