The heavy pearl doors of the bridal suite slammed shut, sealing out the shouting voice of General Kaia.
Caspian placed his webbed hand against the seam, channeling a pulse of blue mana that fused the lock with a magical seal.
Only then did he exhale.
"Safe," he muttered, turning to face the room. "Finally."
Roxy floated near the center of the room, her silk wrap drifting around her legs like a cloud. She felt heavy. The adrenaline of the execution had crashed, leaving her limbs feeling like lead.
"You really sealed it?" Roxy asked, offering a tired smile. "Kaia is persistent, but I don't think she's going to batter down the Royal Door."
"You do not know her," Caspian grumbled, swimming over to check the balcony windows, ensuring the privacy curtains of woven kelp were drawn tight. "She is like a thresher shark. If she smells an opening, she bites. And she has been smelling you since"
