“Kit?”
The sound of Jate’s voice threw her off. She never would’ve expected him to let himself into her chambers, but when she turned around, he was standing in the doorway. “Jaterius? What are you doing here?”
He bowed his head. “I apologize, my Princess. Avinia let me in, but I didn’t think you heard me calling your name from the antechamber. I’ll go if you’d like.”
“No, no, of course not,” she stuttered, setting her glass down on the windowsill and motioning for him to come over. He looked handsome as ever in a gold and lilac outfit, the trim on his jerkin and trousers ruffled in the same color as Kit’s tiara. “How are you?”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. The scent of his spicy cologne was almost enough to make her forget her troubles—almost. “I’m well, thank y
