••{NAYEESHA'S POV}••
Seraphine just stands there, staring at me as if she's seen a ghost.
My brows pull together slightly as I take her in. The stillness. The tension in her shoulders. The way her eyes are fixed on me and yet… not steady.
Strange.
Very strange.
"Good evening, Your Majesty," I say, dipping my head in a slight bow.
I don't wait for a response.
I step around her and continue down the corridor.
I barely walk five steps when suddenly—
"Wait."
Her voice stops me mid-step.
I turn to see her still standing with her back to me, and I quickly notice how her arms are clenched tight at her sides.
I watch as she slowly releases them, flexing her fingers like she's trying to shake something off.
Then she turns, her golden eyes meeting mine.
She slowly walks toward me and stops with a small distance between us. And for the first time in the twenty years I've known her…
She looks uncertain.
I take her in carefully.
