"Until that day comes, she is still a Valerius by name."
Maegel's jaw worked, a low vibration starting in his chest that threatened to rattle the nearby glass displays. He looked like he was one heartbeat away from dropping the boxes and reaching for his sword.
Caelum ignored the rising rage radiating off the Prince. Instead, he turned to me, his expression softening into a small, practiced smile that didn't reach his watchful eyes.
"It is no trouble at all for us, Lyssa," he said, his voice smooth and calm. "After all, we are your family. We've been looking after your needs long before the Crown took an interest."
Julian let out a short, amused huff, clearly enjoying the way Caelum had just stepped on the Prince's toes. "Exactly. Think of us as your loyal escort, Lyssa. We wouldn't want you—or the Prince—to feel over-burdened."
