Ilaria's gaze was so fixed on him that she did not notice Melyn's wide eyes when the door creaked open. But before she could so much as react to the way her handmaiden was looking at them suspiciously, Levan spoke first.
"Rosenborne," he called.
Melyn snapped out of her thoughts and bowed deeply. "Your Highness."
"Call the Wardens and the Priests of the Maw. Seal the Dawn Gallery with binding rites, iron the doors and glyphs the panes. Nothing breathes in there until the wards hold."
Melyn perked up at the command, her surprise flickering across her face. Why call the priests? She thought the princess was only praying. She had not seen or felt anything suspicious until the crown prince barged in the room just now. Did something happen that she did not notice?
