"Isn't it too much to ask for a little comfort for the Prince Consort?" Mikhailis mumbled, half to himself. He gazed out the window, but he wasn't seeing the scenery passing by. His mind was still back at the scene earlier that morning, replaying Elowen's expression when she had reluctantly agreed to Vaelis's suggestion.
There had been a mont—just a second—where her eyes had t his, and he'd caught a glimpse of irritation, or maybe uncertainty. Then, just like that, she'd nodded and accepted Vaelis's arrangent, climbing into his carriage without a second look back.
The way she had walked away, her back straight, her expression composed, had left him feeling strangely hollow, as if sothing important had shifted between them. He couldn't quite shake off the unease that had settled deep in his chest.
A sigh escaped his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled there since the departure. He couldn't help but wonder if there was sothing he was missing, so reason why she had so readily agreed to Vaelis's suggestion without any real protest.
He wanted to believe it was just for the sake of convenience or politeness, but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind refused to let go of the possibility that there might be more to it.
Does she actually dislike now? Or maybe she found out about... everything with Lira and Serelith?
His thoughts spiraled, each one worse than the last. The idea that Elowen could have sohow found out about the complicated situation between him and the two won sitting across from him was enough to make his stomach churn even more. He needed to get a grip, but it was hard when all the signals felt mixed and confusing.
He glanced at the two won across from him. Lira looked calm as ever, her expression betraying none of her thoughts, while Serelith seed deep in thought, an unusual seriousness about her. The air inside the carriage felt heavy, the silence thick and uncomfortable. It wasn't often that the three of them found themselves together like this, without Elowen to act as a buffer between them.
He wished he could read their thoughts, just to understand if they were as uneasy as he was.
A soft chi from his glasses interrupted his thoughts, and Rodion's voice spoke directly into his ear.
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