Theo shakes his head, finding the situation funny. As he begins to put my hair up in a braided bun, something else scratches at the back of my mind. "Where is Soren?"
"He was called away," Theo says quietly.
"Where?" I question, my brows tugging together.
"Do you ask because of what almost happened last night?" He asks calmly.
I start to shake my head, but his hands tug tightly on the strands of my hair. "No. I want to know where my guard has gone," I shrug, but I don't feel so nonchalant.
It irked me to have so little information about my guard. He should have spoken to me whether I was passed out in the study or not. I sigh, realising it is probably related to my station as the Forsaken Princess.
Did Deyanira ask for him? He was one of her spies, and she had yet to leave in a few days for her short-term banishment.
"I wouldn't worry about him. You have a date with an oaf of a Prince," Theo commented lightly, trying to distract me.
