Lifting his hand high, the King stepped back, using his other hand to brush Lyria under his arm in a slow movement. When she had done so, and was moving back toward him in time with the beat, he said, “your pack is making an impression,” in his quiet tone.
“I apologize for my… packmate,” Lyria said, trying to keep her voice neutral.
“It’s quite all right, I’ve known Alpha Windmere long enough to be able to spot his daughter.” Something about the way his eyes flicked toward the pair when he spoke of them made Lyria think that perhaps the King was not the biggest fan of the Windmeres either.
“Well then you have my sympathies twice over,” Lyria said cheekily. She worried for a moment that it was the wrong thing to say, because he looked at her with some shock, both of them still gliding gr
