Enara's glare was icy, her voice dripping with venom. "Just stay out of my way. And try not to embarrass me."
Before Liria could toss out a retort, Verida's voice echoed through the grand hall. "Enara, why don't you show Liria around the castle while we discuss a few matters with Daena?"
Enara froze, her expression shifting from indignation to barely veiled horror. "But Mother, I—"
"No protests," Nyssara cut in smoothly, her lavender eyes gleaming with quiet authority. "You two are going to be spending quite a bit of time together. It's best to start getting… accustomed."
Enara's shoulders slumped in resigned frustration, but she didn't dare argue further. She shot Liria a withering look, her expression practically spelling out I'd rather get eaten by a lava wyrm than spend one more second with you.
