Blaith's brow continued to furrow, and as he noticed the confused look on her face, his own sobered as he sighed with some relief. He must've imagined her touching him. That, or she was wearing gloves. Though when his eyes went to her hands, he saw she wasn't wearing any.
For a moment, he said nothing, eyes lingering on her hands before sighing again, ignoring whatever it was he thought had occurred and moved to rise.
"I'm surprised you didn't pull that letter opening on me, threaten or beg for freedom."
Standing now, he moved to crack his back, then his neck as he went on to roll his shoulders. Turning to her again, he studied her with a frown.
"Why didn't you try anything, by the way? You had the perfect opportunity to kill the Grand Duke's only adversary."
Well, a royal one, anyhow...
He had a feeling he'd be losing his head at some point. But hey... what else could he do? He refused to stand idle while chaos consumed the land and Kella....
What was to become of his sister?