When Trafalgar arrived in Velkaris, the first thing he saw outside the place that now belonged to him was Rhosyn's face.
She was seated at one of the outdoor tables with her arms crossed, looking deeply unimpressed by life itself. Across from her sat Caelvyrn, entirely at ease, one arm draped over the back of the chair, violet eyes bright with quiet amusement. He looked like a man enjoying a pleasant afternoon. Rhosyn looked like someone thinking about murder.
That alone was enough for Trafalgar to understand how the waiting had gone.
He stopped in front of the table and looked between them once. "What happened?"
Rhosyn turned her head toward him immediately. "He happened."
Caelvyrn let out a soft laugh, unbothered. "Such hostility. I was only keeping you company while we waited."
"You call that company?" Rhosyn said, her annoyance sharpening at once. "You've been talking for the last half hour like this is some charming little outing."
