(Amaia)
Even though I try to remain composed, my heartbeat rises seeing Alnilam enter the dining hall. He is still in his Enforcer uniform, all handsome and muscled up with his cape flying behind him. But he appears tired, the circles under his gorgeous eyes show he hasn't been sleeping that well.
He throws a casual glance my way, and it no longer holds contempt but hints of curiosity. I offer a small smile, and he nods stiffly.
I sense a little tension between Alnilam and his father. The king doesn't stand up and hug him like he had done with his other sons, nor does he appear enthusiastic on seeing him.
"How was your mission?" Queen Esmelda questions Alnilam while elegantly placing a spoonful of rice in her mouth.
"The usual, had to deal with the Dread Army. You know how that goes." Alnilam's concern-filled eyes drift to me for some reason as he speaks the next words. "They were pissed off. Believing we are not doing our job properly here."
