Anaisa was shocked by Trace's short speech. Did he really suspect the king and princess were going to be subject to some kind of magical manipulation or attack? He'd told her to make sure the princess didn't trust her dreams… A sinking feeling curled up in her stomach.
"That is not a concern." The king waved him off easily.
"Your Majesty–" Trace began, but snapped his mouth shut as someone new entered the room in the room.
"Such a commotion for so early in the morning," A sweet voice from the left of the main chamber could be heard.
Anaisa stood in awe as the queen moved towards them. Though it had been over a decade since Anaisa had seen the woman in the royal bridal parade, she looked no less stunning than the day she married the king.
The queen looked curiously at the small group of people in her sitting room, her gaze focusing on Anaisa, and then Sapphira.
"Your Majesty," She addressed her husband formally, "I do believe you may have something to tell me?"
