I look at him in small confusion, eyeing his braids as they slip to the front of his blue and white tunic.
“Our visit to your Lands is one of apology, Lady,” he offers in answers, releasing my hand, “for the actions of my older brother, Prince Yiannis.”
Isham certainly has softer features than his brother, but I still feel myself giving him a cool smile in greeting.
“An apology to me, Your Highness, or Lord Daniel?”
The Prince grins at my comment, giving me a small nod. “An apology to thefullof your group, Lady. My brother acted in haste and without proper thought,” he turns to Lord Daniel, “and we have already expressed our condolences to your Lord, here.”
Both Keane and Daniel shift on their feet at his reference ofmyLord.
“Lady Alexis is without her own, Isham,” Troy chuckles, his blue eyes catching mine.
“Of course, she is,” Prince Isham raises his brows, “my apologies, Lady.”
“Your second one of the night,” I tip my whiskey with a smile, “can we expect more down the road?”
“I endeavor to hope not, Lady,” he gives a wicked grin.
“A contradictory statement,” I raise my brows, “do you and yours deal a lot in those? Or should we endeavor to hope not?”
Sera holds back her grin at my side as Prince Isham begins to chuckle.
“You’re quick, Lady Alexis. I think I may like you.”
That makes one of us.
I instinctively look down at the braids on his shoulders, waiting for those black eyes to appear again.
“They are tradition in Livyatan, Lady,” Isham states, noticing my gaze, “they will not bite.”
My gaze immediately darts up to his, eyes narrowing as he watches me with interest.
“And what other traditions are coveted in your lands, Prince Isham?”
“Many,Lady,” he responds smoothly.
“We shall have to send our own delegation soon,” Troy offers in Emissary confidence.
“We would welcome that, Prince Troy,” Isham nods with a smile, “very much.”
“Well, if this introduction has been sufficient,” Troy extends his arm, “let’s you and I discuss details of that travel…”
“Nearly,” the Prince shakes his head, turning to look directly at Keane. “I should like to speak to Lady Alexis privately. Perhaps a walk to the veranda?”
Holis takes a small step forward as Keane looks back at the foreign Prince. His features are calm and collected, stoic in their disinterest, but I can sense a storm brewing behind his eyes.
“That decision does not lie with me, Prince Isham,” Keane replies before casually glancing my way, “but to Lady Alexis herself.”
I catch his gaze and try to remain as indifferent as he is.
Does he want me to decline?
My heart pounds against my chest as Prince Isham gives Keane a sly smile.
“Lady Alexis?” he turns to me.
My curiosity wills out as I avert my gaze from Keane and give Isham a small nod in acceptance. He extends his arm with a winning grin and closes the space between us.
