DRAEKON released a low sigh as Lady Saphaira whispered inaudible apologies beside him, her hands jittery with fear.
He had to leave bed earlier than he wished to this morning, because it was Lady Saphaira's last day in the House of Veylor, and he was supposed to spend the day with her, before she left.
It wasn't like he wished to, but he was dutifully bound to do so as a result of Vaelora's appeal to the council chiefs the other time. Asides that, he couldn't pass out on the opportunity to have a certain conversation with the scheming consort candidate.
"I didn't mean to, Your Majesty." She muttered, head low with shame. "My father insisted that was the only way to secure a spot beside you. In your heart." She whispered the last part.
Draekon had done his personal findings and discover
