Shaking her head at her thoughts—since it didn't matter whether the slit was intentional or coincidental—Emira slipped into the dress. Straightening her posture, she forced herself to push the unease aside. She could not afford to dwell on such things.
Gathering her courage, she stepped out of the room. The moment she saw them, she hurriedly lowered her gaze, bowing deeply as she greeted the two princes and said in a low voice," Greetings, Your Highness."
As expected, Prince Kael's eyes flicked over her, cold and sharp as ever. His gaze lingered for only a heartbeat before he looked away, saying nothing.
Prince Zen, however, was different. His eyes glinted with amusement the instant they found her, as though he had been waiting only for this moment. "Come here, little fire. We'll eat as we talk."
Even though the man said that they would eat as they talked, it was Emira who ate slowly and he talked.
