The fanfare drew his attention as surely as it had Maea's, and Hadama turned to watch the arrival of the royals with calm curiosity. His emerald gaze rested on them only briefly, seeing that the princess was indeed with them, before he began to scan the room, paying particular attention to the shadows and the places where the light didn't quite reach. He was looking for things that were out of place, movement where there should have been none, or patches of darkness that seemed to have a will of its own.
But when the Knight at his side drew his eyes back to the glitter and pomp of the ruling family he did, indeed, see what she meant. A low, thoughtful hum rumbled in his chest, quiet enough that only his companion would hear it. "I do," he agreed slowly. "But that does not mean she is the source." Possession was also an option, or perhaps the first flickers of the curse that was due to descend on her on her sixteenth birthday. "Do you remember any rumors about her behavior while she was growing up?"
But when the Knight at his side drew his eyes back to the glitter and pomp of the ruling family he did, indeed, see what she meant. A low, thoughtful hum rumbled in his chest, quiet enough that only his companion would hear it. "I do," he agreed slowly. "But that does not mean she is the source." Possession was also an option, or perhaps the first flickers of the curse that was due to descend on her on her sixteenth birthday. "Do you remember any rumors about her behavior while she was growing up?"
