Elara’s teacup suddenly slipped from her fingers and shattered on the polished wooden table in the middle of the formal meeting hall, hot liquid spilling across the surface.
The entire room went silent. All eyes turned toward her. She stared at the broken pieces, her hands trembling as she slowly reached to clean the mess, but Thorne gently stopped her.
“Leave it,” Thorne said, his silver-streaked dark hair catching the light as he placed a steady hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to clean anything here.”
Kael, with his warm amber eyes and calm presence, quickly signaled a servant to handle the spill while staying close to Elara’s side. “Are you alright? The babies?”
Ronan, his messy dark hair falling into his sharp eyes, leaned forward from his seat on her other side, gripping the
