Celine
I’m still pressed against Sebastian’s chest when the door creaks open, and Dolton steps inside, his movements quiet but urgent.
“The Fae Royal Guard is here,” he whispers, his voice strained, eyes darting back to the door as though expecting someone to burst through at any moment.
Sebastian’s relaxed demeanor vanishes in an instant, replaced by the commanding presence of a King. He straightens, his tone sharp and composed. “Did they say why?”
Dolton’s voice is barely above a whisper. “For Celine. Queen Nymia has requested her presence for supper and a discussion.” His gaze flicks to me, his concern evident in the tight line of his mouth.
Sebastian and I exchange a glance, and we both move swiftly to get dressed, the urgency in the room palpable.
Once we’re ready, Sebastian ope
