Kael felt a bead of sweat roll down the back of his neck.
Shit. This is bad.
Clearing his throat a little too quickly, he forced a smile and stepped slightly between them.
"So, uh… Elara," he said, voice light, forced. "You said you wanted to talk?"
Elara took a step closer to Kael, her voice sharp but quiet.
"Why haven't you contacted me about that?"
Before Kael could answer, Selene immediately interjected.
"He's been busy handling the Duchy's affairs. You think he has time for every little—"
"Why are you coming between us?" Elara snapped, eyes narrowing.
"I'm his future wife."
The room tensed as the two women locked eyes, silent lightning sparking between them.
Kael's brow twitched.
He exhaled, stepped forward—and without ceremony, brought down his fists to bonk each of them lightly on the head.
Their foreheads bumped as they flinched in surprise.
Yue nearly choked holding in her laughter from the side.
Kael rubbed his temples.
