The head maid finished securing Elka's gown and stepped back, lowering into a deep bow before him.
Elka mirrored the gesture, offering a tight, controlled smile as she straightened. Her mind raced. What was he doing here?
"Good morning, Your Highness," she said politely. "I am afraid Prince Hairan is not here at the moment."
Azul's lips curved into an easy smile. He was dressed impeccably, as though he were preparing to depart on some important engagement.
"But he is not who I am here for," Azul replied calmly.
"Oh?" Her brow furrowed slightly. She glanced around the bedchamber, unease creeping up her spine. Even with the maid still present, something about this felt improper. "I do not believe this is appropriate," she added carefully. "For you to be here with me in your brother's chambers."
Azul's smile did not falter.
