What on earth is with this atmosphere?
Cherion took a slow sip of his tea, his eyes darting subtly over the rim of his porcelain cup, he fought the urge to laugh.
The drawing room was drowning in a silence so thick it was honestly starting to feel ridiculous. Across from him sat Prince Gillian and Princess Iryna, both maintaining flawless royal posture like they'd been born sitting elegantly in uncomfortable chairs. Beside Cherion sat Zarius, looking about as expressive as a glacier.
The sudden arrival of the Solaric siblings had completely blindsided Cherion.
After several minutes of painfully polite small talk, Gillian finally stopped pretending they were here for no reason.
"We were merely taking a leisurely walk around the capital town to see things," Gillian said smoothly while gesturing toward the tea like this entire situation wasn't bizarre at all. "And we realized that since we were already out, it would be terribly remiss of us not to pay a visit.
