The floors were stone, the doors were heavy wood, the walls held claw marks in some places from work and old fights, and the furs hanging along the corridors moved softly whenever wind slipped through.
Kian walked beside her slowly.
Too slowly, in Isabella's opinion.
She looked up at him. "I can walk faster than this."
"You can," Kian said. "You will not."
She blinked. "Did you just order me?"
He looked down at her with calm blue eyes. "Yes."
Isabella stared at him.
Then she laughed under her breath. "You are becoming very bold."
"I am the king."
"And I am pregnant."
"That is why I am walking slowly."
She had no good answer for that, so she only clicked her tongue and let him guide her.
By the time they reached the stone discussion hall, the messenger from First City was already waiting.
He stood when they entered.
