She smiles.
She greets the King with a warm greeting, kindness the main theme of her conversation.
Those eyes glance towards me, the lavender hue so beautiful, so elegant. But this time they hold a certain emotion that scares me, an emotion of annoyance and disappointment mixed with anger. "And the famous Lady Sybil I've heard so much about," Keva greets me, bowing her head as her locks fall over her shoulders, revealing those pointed ears.
As she looks up to meet my eyes, my palms begin to sweat and my heart skip a beat. She means trouble here. Her presence does not settle well in my stomach as my nerves tie it up in a knot. "To what do we owe this appearance? For the Senate to greet you?" Zion asks, taking my hand in his as memories flood my mind of what we just did. He gave no shits
