Face-to-Face (2)

~ Rhys ~

Was Amira really suggesting Baltir was a spy?

Rhys was still trying to accept this situation. He knew since his capture that he would be meeting Amira, but he did not feel prepared for it. The moment those doors opened, and that sweet smell of orange and warm aroma of cinnamon before what he assumed was the bond alerted him to Amira’s presence before she entered. His heart raced before he could calm it, and his body heated, urging him to go to Amira.

Rhys watched himself and the poor manners that were typically Amira. She was dressed like how he used to in his former years. Back when he was the Crown Prince, his mother used to always scold him, and once he became king, he cleaned up his act.

It was the least he could do for his deceased parents. Yet now, Amira was acting like some man whore, displaying some of his finest jewels. One thing Rhys would compliment her on was the capacity to look so nonchalant and relaxed whilst discussing such a precarious subject. She was accusi