"You're oddly quiet," Aldric pointed out, lifting his wine glass in Andre's direction, appearing relaxed in his seat, yet vigilant enough to observe the change in his brother's countenance.
Andre lowered his spoon onto the table, pushing the dish farther from him, "Perhaps, it's time we had the conversation and preferably, in privacy." He answered, his eyes straying towards Islinda.
Islinda in question noticed the unspoken conversation between them, meeting his gaze before shifting to Aldric's. She told both Fae's, "Don't worry, the two of you can talk freely in my presence, it's not like I have someone to share the details with. You made sure of it, didn't you, Aldric?" She gave him a sickly sweet smile, revealing she was a prisoner in his castle.
"I don't know why you are suddenly acting bitter towards me, darling Isla -"
"Don't call me that!" She barked, gripping the spoon tight while sitting ramrod straight, and glared at him.
