Chapter 135: Jealous
Rafael jolted, nearly slamming his leg against the side of Elinora’s bed. "You’re done? What did the physician say?"
He didn’t even flinch, his eyes solely fixated on Soleia as she all but stormed over. Closing the distance between them, Soleia leaned in close to him, causing Rafael’s breath to hitch as her face was practically up against his. If he just moved forward, he could easily close the distance between them, and their lips would touch in a kiss.
Soleia, on the other hand, hadn’t even noticed that they were now the ones pressed up against each other. She squinted, searching his eyes for any purple traces, only to find none. Then, she reached for Ralph’s hands, squeezing it as she tried to feel for any foreign pulses of magic.
Clean.
"My my," Elowyn said, her voice sickly high-pitched. "This may be the royal palace, Princess Soleia, but you are still the Duke’s woman, not just the King’s daughter. Don’t you think it’s rather inappropriate to hold some other man’s hand so blatantly under the light of day?"
With Elowyn’s kind reminder, Soleia snapped out of it as though she was previously in a trance. She dropped Ralph’s hand, and instantly, he felt his palm cooling down, greatly missing Soleia’s warmth.
Since they were largely alone, Elowyn had indeed dropped the act. Her smile was much more wicked, albeit still just a little sweet and gullible-looking, but compared to before, Soleia could clearly see her wicked intentions.
"Impure eyes see impure intentions," Soleia evenly retorted. "I could say the same for you, Lady Elowyn. Is there a reason you must lean so closely into a guard?"
"I was merely requesting the support of Sir Ralph, Your Highness," Elowyn replied. "I am a pregnant woman, after all, and my growing belly has been raising some problems as the days pass."