"That is clearly not what I intended," Razeal said, his voice steady but edged with irritation, his gaze sweeping across the table slowly, deliberately, as if he wanted each of them to feel the weight of that statement without him needing to raise his tone. He looked at them one by one Kael still tense with restrained anger, Maeron composed but alert, Nyssa thoughtful and watching closely and then finally his eyes paused for a brief moment on the queen, whose face still held that faint, strange flush despite her attempt to mask it.
He frowned slightly at that, confusion flickering through his mind more than anything else. Why is she making that face? What is wrong with her? The thought came blunt and unfiltered, and he dismissed it just as quickly, irritation rising instead. What a weirdo.
But that irritation didn't stop there. It lingered, sharpened, especially when his mind circled back to Kael's earlier words.
Old man?
