Leroy opened the door with measured calm. Aldric stood there, bowing slightly, his expression unreadable. "Your bath is ready, Your Highness," Aldric informed him in that familiar, steady tone.
Without a word, Leroy turned back to Lorraine. His fingers found hers, gripping tightly as if anchoring himself to the only solid thing in his turbulent world. He led her out of the room and into her personal chamber.
"There should have been a door between our rooms," he muttered under his breath. That way, they would have ease of access to each other.
When his servants approached to assist him, he locked the door firmly in their faces. His eyes landed on Lorraine. He looked calm now, his usual stoic strength returning to his face. And it made her realize.
He was not wearing his mask! He never walked out without wearing his mask.
"Help me," he murmured, his voice thick with need, with unspoken weight.
