PRIMUS ALEXANDER'S POV

It was 1 hour past noon before a movement caught my eye.

Aquamarine.

Again.

From the workshop to the far hallway.

Then back again.

At first, I thought she was just restless. Maybe trying to distract herself. Then Katherine joined her. They spoke for a while in front of my workshop till Katherine eventually left.

“She’s been… quiet lately,” I muttered, eyes locked on the stained-glass window. “More than usual.”

She wasn’t avoiding me, not exactly. But ...