Dorian’s Point of View
After Katherine left the room, I turned to Aria, noticing her shoulders sagged with a heaviness that I couldn’t ignore. Kael nudged me, motioning for us to follow her as she quietly walked back to her chambers. Without another word, I followed her lead, with Kael trailing behind me.
The silence was thick as we entered her room. Aria sat on the edge of her bed, her head lowered. Kael, never one to allow a gloomy atmosphere to arise, decided to break the tension. He clapped his hands dramatically and leaned against the door frame with an exaggerated sigh.
"Well, since you two look like you’re attending a funeral," Kael began with a smirk, "how about I lighten the mood? Dorian, remember the time you thought wearing that hideous purple cape made you look like royalty
