When Rhaegar turned back from the gate, he walked straight to Caelith's side.
"That Lady Lian…"
Caelith lifted her gaze. "What about her?"
Rhaegar looked at her with a worried expression. "She is somewhat suspicious."
Caelith blinked in surprise. "Suspicious? Though… now that you mention it, she has indeed been unusually kind to me lately."
He gave a slight nod. "My instincts tell me she is hiding something." His tone lowered. "Be careful around her these next few days."
Caelith pursed her lips and nodded.
***
As for Yvaine, these past days had left her in extraordinarily high spirits.
Lance Illian had begun appearing at the courtyard nearly every day, always claiming he had come to "protect Lady Caelith." Yet each time, he somehow ended up lingering beside her instead.
When she poured tea for him, he accepted it with trembling hands.
When she offered him pastries, he accepted those with an awkward smile.
Whenever she spoke to him, the tips of his ears turned red.
