Aria's/Lysara's POV

I snatched my robe from the floor, and while I wore it around me, I ran out of the throne hall, hot on his heels, climbing the stairs after him. I could have run up and overtaken him on the stairs, but considering the eyes following after me from the hall, I thought to reserve the drama for elsewhere.

The ridges of his muscles pulsing beneath his robe and the strain of veins pulling into place on his neck told me he knew I was following him. Yet, he didn't make even an ...