CHAPTER 45
When Kael entered the room, Diandra instinctively bean to rise from the bed, her posture poised and formal, as though greeting royalty in court.
"Your Majesty—"
But Alice, quick on instinct and not at all subtle, pressed down on Diandra's shoulders with both hands. "Nope. Sit. You're not supposed to move around."
Diandra gave her a slightly bewildered glance, but relented, lowering herself back into place. Alice gave a sheepish smile, as if trying to downplay Diandra's strange, overly proper behavior.
Kael caught the exchange. He noticed the way Diandra had straightened with such regality, how Alice pushed her down like a friend trying to keep a cosplayer from embarrassing herself in public. He said nothing about it, but his sharp eyes missed nothing. A flicker of amusement—or maybe curiosity passed through him, but he quickly buried it beneath a composed expression.
Then his eyes fell on her fully.
