~Lyra~
When I heard that the King hadn’t punished Kael—but had instead assigned him to Trade, the most powerful division in the Royal Hall—I was stunned.
So I don't need to sign anymore of those King's contract?
I carried a plate of sliced fruit through the quiet corridors, my thoughts spinning, until I found Kael—alone in his study.
He sat at the desk, the soft glow of the computer screen casting shadows across his face—chiseled features, brows furrowed in deep concentration. His lips were pursed slightly, his intense gaze locked on the monitor.
I stepped in quietly, setting the fruit beside him, not wanting to interrupt.
Then—suddenly—he raised a finger, dead serious.
“Tap.”
“Tap tap.”
“Tap tap tap.”
He jabbed at the keyboard like it had personally offended him.
It reminded m
