The moment they stepped into the grand corridor of the northern estate, the ambient temperature seemed to drop, but to Julian, the crisp chill felt incredibly liberating.
"Master Julian!" Princess Liora practically erupted the second the doors closed, her royal composure completely vanishing.
She was a little ball of energy, running straight over to latch onto the sleeve of his robes.
"You have no idea how dreadful the capital has been! The noble ladies at the conservatory were insufferable, and Father has been entirely impossible to deal with! But look at you! You look so different—and what was that floating man? Is he really a—"
"Liora, lower your voice. We are guests in Uncle's manor, and Master Julian just said he is exhausted," Prince Cassian interrupted smoothly.
