Just moments ago, he'd been deep in conversation with one of his commanders, but now his eyes were locked on them. Watching and measuring her conduct.
"Are you going to the king's tent?" Rail asked.
Gloria didn't answer right away. She was still aware of Karon's gaze, of the way even the smallest moment could be twisted into court gossip or worse, used as leverage.
Rail's eyes dimmed slightly. Was this cold distance all he got after so long? But he masked the flicker of hurt. He wasn't here to argue. He understood the weight she now carried.
"Yes," she said finally, her voice even. "Is the wizard with him?"
Rail nodded. "Hmm. Come."
He tried to sound casual, but the air between them still trembled with things left unsaid.
