“I doubt—”
“Elmir, am I wrong?” Keisha cuts him off with the deadpan question and a harsh stare.
She’s not, I think. I don’t know what I’d do if Elmir tried to run to me and apologize right now. I’d like to think I’d accept it. But part of me wants him to stew a bit more over what he just did, make sure he’s really sorry before accepting an apology.
“Fine,” he mumbles. “I’ll apologize tomorrow.”
I doubt he will. I doubt it strongly.
“I think that’s wise,” Keisha says.
Elmir drags himself over to his throne, sinking onto it heavily. “First the fae, now her. The Fae King has made it clear that he thinks I am softer, weaker than my father. He wants land returned to them and wants recognition at the Council of Kings.”
I lean closer to the openings. I watch as Elmir angles himself, slump
