Concerns
Andor stared at the contents of that little box, a frown creasing his elegant brow, his jaw tense, and the veins in his neck standing out.
His wrath made Derya’s spacious room seem small and somehow a little darker than it usually was, despite the curtains being open.
“They nearly killed you beneath my roof to stir a war. Who would do such a thing? Not one of my neighbors would benefit from it, and it would destabilize the entire region,” he bit out.
“This seems personal and aimed at us,” Argana ventured.
“Or that is what someone wanted us to think. They knew about me and the wedding, and they were aware of Safiya’s presence, but they have no links to the castle or the guests, or they would have been aware of her absence,” Derya said, sitting down on a chair, feeling her weakness.
“How are you?” Andor asked, putting away the eye and turning his attention to her.