Mikhailis walked through the dimly lit corridor, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls as he made his way to the private royal chamber. The hallway stretched ahead, its familiar twists and turns giving him time to think—or rather, to let his mind spiral. Everything that had happened in Serelith's room replayed in his head, leaving him with a mixed feeling of anxiety, confusion, and an uncomfortable sense of satisfaction.
He rubbed his temple, shaking his head as if trying to erase the memory when suddenly Rodion's voice chimed in his ear, the tone ever so dry, yet unmistakably amused.
Mikhailis let out an exasperated sigh, muttering under his breath, "Shut up, Rodion." He didn't need the AI rubbing salt in his wounds.
