"What?" Danielle asked, her irritation getting flared
"I think the princess is having an affair with a stable boy," Savvy informed, her voice low and serious.
Danielle sheathed her sword back, the sound sharp against the afternoon, her eyes narrowing in annoyance.
"How does that help me? If you have so much time on your hands, then find something better to do," Danielle told her, her voice laced with irritation, and walked away.
Zyran arrived back In the evening, weary from the day's events. He made his way silently back into his tent, the heavy flap falling shut behind him, only to find Amira asleep on his desk.
The soft lamplight cast a warm glow over her delicate features as she lay there, her chest rising and falling gently in slumber.
He made his way toward her, his steps soft on the plush carpet, and patted her head, her eyes blinked open slowly, confusion clouding them as she looked up at him.
"Zee? You're back?" she called, her voice still heavy with sleep, a faint smile playing on her lips.
He nodded in response, a tender smile gracing his lips as he looked down at her.
"How did it go?" She asked, sitting up and rubbing the drowsiness from her eyes.
"I don't want you getting involved in this, Amira," he said, his tone solemn as he tucked her stray strands of hair behind her ears, his touch gentle and caring.
"But I am already involved," she said, her voice firm and unwavering.
"Anything that has to do with you involves me also," she told him, her eyes locking with his in silent determination.
"I will be leaving for the east soon. I don't want you to worry about other things while you are with me," he said, his voice carrying a hint of worry and protectiveness.
Amira smiled, her eyes soften
She stood up from the desk and made a detour to stand directly in front of him, her movements graceful and deliberate.
"I have a gift for you," she told him, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity.
"What is it?" he asked, his curiosity piqued as he gazed down at her.
"Close your eyes," she instructed, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes, and he obliged, his icy fringe falling into his face.
Amira gently placed an object on his palm, her touch light and tender. He opened his eyes to see a wooden sculpture, intricately carved in the image of Amira, capturing her likeness with stunning detail.
"Is this you?" he asked, a genuine smile gracing his face as he admired the exquisite creation. She nodded in response.
"I want to always remember what I look like, no matter how long it takes for you to return," she said softly, her gaze unwavering as it met his.
A chuckle escaped his lips.
He dropped the Sculpture aside and pulled her closer so she was standing in between his legs.
He made her sit on his parted lap.
"Then let me have a closer look so I can capture all the details of you". Amira smiled, raven black falling on her shoulder as he released her hair from its bun.
"You are a beautiful raccoon," he told her, pulling her head down to him as he savored her lips in tender kisses.
At the castle, lady Leyla sipped her coffee, her finger tightly gripping the cup.
"You couldn't get a single task right, how hard is it to kill the stupid crown prince? If you had succeeded, we would have been a step closer to our goal," Leyla said between gritted teeth.
"It isn't as easy as you expect it Leyla, especially with Zyran around" the minister of tax Lord Eric Donald said dropping his cup of tea as he listen to Leyla scold her men.
"That bastard is a thorn in my flesh, it is only a matter of time before he discovers who it is," Leyla said, breathing heavily.
"Calm down Leyla you can't afford to raise your stress level, we still got a lot to achieve"
"How can I calm down, uncle?" Leyla exploded in anger.
"That bastard goldsmith is a nuisance" consort royal Leyla said.
" I already have him taken care of, Your Highness" Ichabod Leyla guard said.
"That was the only thing you did right at the wrong time, you fool" she gritted.
"Zyran would be off to the east soon, you shouldn't bother with him," Lord Eric said.
Leyla breathes in heavily.