Ilaria stepped into Levan's chamber, her mind already halfway elsewhere as she drifted toward the adjoining door that led to her own rooms. "Hmm… maybe the blue one?" she mused aloud, more to herself than to him. "Or the pink one? You have to help me decide—blue is elegant but pink is cheerful and—"
Her voice trailed on as she disappeared through the doorway, still happily yapping about fabrics and sleeves and how one of them made her feel slightly too regal for a fine evening.
Levan did not follow immediately. He turned instead toward his desk, still in his princely coat, his gaze lingering on the empty doorway long enough to confirm that Ilaria was truly gone, her voice already fading into the next room. Only then did he shift his attention back to the envelope in his hand.
