Aneela
Blythe went away after those words. She just stood up and giving a wink at Aneela, she joined the king’s party and the heated discussion of overseas lands and riches of unseen proportions.
Aneela was left to battle with her own feelings and confusion. Alone. Like in her entire life.
And just unlike all the other times she was put in the corner and forced to keep her mouth shut, tonight, she listened and observed. The archangel seemed bored and dangerous and even Roan threaded carefully around him. The king was usually acting all high and mighty but not this time. Oh, no. He was a diplomat, all dressed up and polite and even a bit servile. He engaged in conversation like a real professional, like someone who was born to do exactly this.
Roan asked the archangel about his towers
