EDINA POV
"I'm sensing you're not really in a good mood," Baelorin said casually, swirling his wine as he watched me from across the long dining table.
I didn’t reply. Just cut into the piece of meat on my plate grudgingly.
He leaned back, unbothered as ever. “I mean, I thought being out of that dreadful wedding dress might’ve lightened your mood a bit.”
Still, silence.
Because I was angry. At everything. At everyone. At Maerwynn, for lying to me. At Rhaenan, for still looking at me like I was something breakable. At Baelorin—because… just because.
Then, the memory hits me like a slap.
The raven.
The fucking raven. Watching me from the window while I bathed. While I stood naked and dripping with water and roses.
I feel the flush crawl up my neck and settle hot in my cheeks.
“Huh,” he muttered, lifting his goblet with an infuriating smirk. “At least I get a blush. Progress.”
I grit my teeth, glaring harder at the mutton on my plate. If I stabbed it one more time, it might qualify as a
