Selvia and Mira left the room, giving Lathel space to rest.
"Mira!" As soon as they stepped outside, Selvia called out.
Mira flinched, a hint of anxiety rising within her. "Princess Consort, y-you called me? I…"
Seeing Mira's expression, Selvia felt a trace of amusement, but also a sense of warmth.
Suddenly, she reached out and took Mira's hand, startling her. Mira's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Selvia. "Princess Consort, you… you…"
Selvia gently caressed Mira's soft hand and spoke tenderly, "Mira, how long have you been by the Prince's side?"
Mira pressed her lips together, lowered her head, thought for a moment, and replied, "About four years now."
Selvia nodded lightly, smiling as she said, "Not too long, but not short either. You must already know his habits and personality quite well, don't you?"
Mira didn't answer, only gave a slight nod, while her worry deepened, sweat pooling in her palms.
