~ Rhys ~
Amira's uncle left down the corridor whilst Rhys and Zayyan went in the opposite direction, passing the chandelier and the droplets of wax on the wooden floorboards below it.
"Do you not want to change?" Zayyan asked randomly.
Rhys frowned up at him. "Why? What's wrong with this?" Amira didn't have loads of clothes to choose from. What was he talking about? There was no way he was putting on that corset.
Zayyan held his hands up in surrender. "Nothing! I just wondered..." He trailed off and looked away.
They walked in silence until the men sitting at tables and at the bar turned to look at them. Rhys was used to attention, but this was slightly different.
Zayyan cleared his throat. "I'm getting an ale. Do you want the usual?" He asked, walking faster as some of
