Without anymore urging, Serene returned to her study to collect her things to join Donya as per her suggestion. As soon as the royal was gone, Donya took a few steps back. Then she spun around, eyelids lowered, seemingly staring into space.
"You can come out now."
With that simple command the air shifted, but the person seemed to hesitate. They stepped out, no longer using the wall to hide their presence.
Out stepped a young man, his short blonde hair groomed professionally into a tight bun. Well ironed, his butler uniform and jacket with white trimming always appeared to be that way, even at the end of the work day.
Lance stood there with his hands behind his back, violet eyes calm as if he hadn't just been caught spying on a noble. A gloved hand covered his mouth as a little cough
