[Lavinia's POV—Dawnspire Wing—Lavinia's Chamber]
"Princess… Are you alright in there?"
Ravick's voice floated through the door, deep and steady as always.
I nearly tripped over my own leg in panic, fumbling with the wardrobe latch before yanking it open. I plastered on the most dazzling royal smile I could manage.
"Sorry! I was… uh… occupied. With something."
Ravick stared at me, then his eyes narrowed slightly as they swept over my chamber, scanning every corner like a hawk.
"His Majesty requests your presence in his office, Princess."
"Yes, of course," I said quickly, stepping aside so he wouldn't be tempted to wander in. "I'll just change and come back soon."
He gave a curt nod. "I will wait outside—"
"That's not necessary, Ravick," I interrupted, waving a hand. "Papa might need you, so you can go. I'll be there soon."
. . .
. . .
Ravick squinted at me, folded his arms across his chest, and said slowly, "Princess… Are you hiding something?"
Damn it!
