Rosalyn Lockhart had bloodshot eyes—nobody else might have been able to tell that, it was easy to assume that it was her natural eye color, except for him. Julius Ginellevé had already spent yesterday with the soldiers in the barracks to vent out his emotions. As he had already concluded before, there was something about his Queen that had changed and though he loved her all the same—it was still something he worried about, "Are you alright, Your Majesty?"
This was the third time he repeated the question.
