~ Amira ~
After the luxurious bath and eating breakfast, Amira was dressed in the finest suit, ready to go to the meeting with the elders. She stared at herself in the mirror and rolled her eyes at Rhys' good looks. He also seemed to have a permanent line between his brows from where he most likely scowled so much. Whenever she wasn't paying attention and was staring at his shoes that cost almost two weeks' worth of food for a household, she caught her reflection of his furrowed brow.
If Rhys continues to look in such a way, he will start to get wrinkles. Amira snorted and shook her head. Rhys was never going to live that long.
Turning away from the mirror, Amira dismissed the maids and left through the double doors to Rhys' bed chambers. The guards stationed on either side of t
