Dorian himself was faintly surprised—but he merely dismissed it inwardly, assuming it to be some petty display of jealousy or restrained pique, unworthy of deeper thought.
Yvaine, however, immediately lowered herself in gratitude.
"Many thanks, dear sister. Your generosity truly knows no limit!"
"No need for that," Caelith replied lightly, offering her a small smile.
She couldn't tell whether this newfound indifference was the result of her secret meeting with Rhaegar or a genuine emotion she finally allowed herself to feel.
When the ceremony concluded, the guests dispersed in clusters, their voices fading into the corridors.
Dorian did not linger.
Hand in hand with Yvaine, he departed toward the Garden Courtyard.
Caelith watched them go only for a fleeting moment before turning away.
"Let us return," she said quietly.
"Yes, my lady," Dolly answered with a nod, hurrying to follow.
In truth, Caelith felt neither jealousy nor bitterness.
