A smooth warning, but a warning all the same.
He was telling them that they were being watched.
That their rise had already attracted attention.
That perhaps they should be careful how far and how fast they moved.
Isabella, who had already guessed as much from the beginning, nearly rolled her eyes.
These city people truly liked wrapping threats inside pretty paper.
She rested back against Kian's throne and looked at the man as if he were mildly entertaining at best.
"How troublesome," she thought. "Even when warning people, they must talk in circles."
Still, her face remained composed.
After all, if he wanted to perform, she could let him perform.
When he finished, he bowed politely again and signaled to the two people behind him. Clearly, he had decided that staying longer would not get him much more than he already had.
Kian moved at once.
"I will escort our visitors out," he said.
The sentence itself sounded proper.
Polite even.
