"She is especially receptive to the sun today," Andreas muttered to himself.
His second mate would have typically dismissed the maids and drawn the curtains after being observed for that long by him. He never wanted to admit it, but a small part of him told him that she didn't like being watched in that manner.
"I'm sorry for this one as well, but there's nothing I can do about it."
When Larissa flinched this time, her head snapped towards the door, and Andreas shifted into a defensive stance. He was prepared to bolt in her direction, as it appeared that what she had been dreading for so long had finally caught up with her. However, everyone in the room suddenly bowed, except for her. It meant one thing: the arriving person was the next Emperor in line.
If Claude was the one responsible for her stress, Andreas wouldn't hesitate to take his life right then and there.
