Now that they were talking, she found herself not wanting the moment to end. It was not every day that she could draw him out like this; not every day that the crown prince will let himself be anything but distant marble and duty.
"Where were you earlier?" Ilaria asked, her voice soft but curious as she flexed her fingers in his hand, willing the tremor to still.
Levan glanced at her briefly. He said, "Overseeing the sealing rite and discussing the reconstruction with the wardens. There was a matter at the northern wards that required attention."
"Was it dangerous?" she asked, brows knitting.
"Not directly." His tone was calm as he laid out the information, the kind meant to quiet worry before it could bloom. "The ward has weakened since last night's disturbance. So we'll need to reinforce it before the next tide."
