Gavril started forward, and I looked over my shoulder just as Evren stood back to his full height. He didn’t meet my eyes, though. He was staring directly at the spot where his brother was touching me.
I watched as his fist clenched at his side, and my own hand tightened against his brother. Evren’s gaze flew up to meet mine, but I quickly looked away and followed the crowned prince where he led me.
He was quiet for a long moment as my heart raced. I simply wished to get back to my room so I could put the entire day behind me. I had a month’s time in this palace. A month to figure out what exactly I planned to do with the role my fate had handed me.
“I’m sorry you had to hear all that talk of borders and threats.” Gavril gave me a tight smile. “I fear my brother is equal parts brute and royal, and he sometimes forgets his place in this family.”
“That’s all right, Your Highness.” I faltered over my words because I was unsure of how to address him.
“Please, call me Gavril. Especially when there are no watchful eyes.”
Would that mean the expectation would be different when there was?
We arrived at my door, and I let my hand fall from his arm. “Good night, Gavril.”
“Good night.” He smiled again, this time with much less tension. “I shall see you again tomorrow.”
I nodded because he had summoned me here. I had no other choice. I opened my door, but I hesitated before walking through it fully when he called my name.
“You looked absolutely beautiful tonight.”