Kael took a deep breath, regaining his composure after the teasing, and brought the cup to his lips again. The tea was lukewarm, but it helped clear his mind. He looked at Amelia and Irelia, who were now calmly drinking their own breakfast—as if they hadn't just emotionally tortured him.
"So…" Kael began, resting his elbows on the table. "What are you two going to do today? Since, for now, we don't exactly have… much to do in this place."
Amelia snorted before he could even finish the sentence.
"Oh, wonderful," she said, crossing her arms. "Another day trapped in an enchanted castle with witches who wake up singing to crystals and plants that talk to me when I walk by. I love living magic, but even for me this is too much."
Irelia gave a low, more elegant laugh and shook her head. "Amelia is exaggerating. The plants only talk to her because she tries to steal forbidden flowers."
