Rowan appeared at Chris's side with impeccable timing, his presence cutting through the moment like a clean line through fog.
"Your Highness," he said evenly, inclining his head just enough to be respectful without inviting interruption. "Apologies. You're expected in the administrative wing. The meeting has been moved forward."
Adelaide's smile tightened. "Already? We were just…"
"Yes," Rowan agreed calmly, not looking at her. "Which makes the timing unfortunate."
He turned slightly, enough that his body now oriented Chris away from her and toward the path.
Chris nodded once, reflexively, because his mind was still catching up to what had just detonated behind his eyes.
"Of course," he said, hearing his own voice from a distance. "Duty first."
Adelaide hesitated, then dipped her head, gracious to the point of theater. "Another time, then. We'll talk soon."
Chris did not promise anything. He let Rowan guide him away, footsteps falling into place without conscious direction.
