Page 128 of Enchanted Kingdom
His eyes flew to mine. “What?”
“Why are you being so weird?”
His eyes went wide. “You just look really nice right now and I’m trying not to notice.” His eyes darted away from mine and back around the room. Like he was looking for any random object to look at other than me.
I laughed. “Yes. Exactly. This is why we need to find Keir and get me out of wearing this damned dress tonight.”
That had his eyebrows reaching for each other as his eyes came back to mine. “What?”
“This dress came with a note that only said, ‘From Prince Keiran.’ I’m not convinced that it was from him at all because that’s not how he usually signs his gifts to me.”
“Lots of x’s and o’s and declarations of love instead?” Owen joked.
I sighed. “Please, Owen.” I paused. “I can’t go down there tonight in this gown. I look like a harlot.”
“No.” He shook his head. “No, you don’t, Jorah. I’m sorry if I just made you feel that way. It’s just more revealing than I am used to from you. It surprised me. That’s all.”
“Exactly,” I repeated. “Which is why I would be uncomfortable all night if I had to wear it. Not to mention someone will think I’m making a power move when I am clearly not.”
He stood and held out a hand in the direction of the door. “Let’s go find Keir then.”
“How far is Krew’s wing?” I asked. “Will anyone see us?”
Owen shook his head. “Not the route I’ll take us.”
That was good enough for me. Minutes later, we approached the door to what I had to assume was Krew’s wing.
The guards came into view but then Owen stalled. “You know what, why don’t you take the lead and tell them why we are here?”
I squinted at him. “Why? So you are free to laugh at their reactions to this dress?”
He cocked his head. “No, so you can enter first and know for sure if Keir really sent it to you or not. Based on if he looks pleased or surprised.”
“Oh. That’s actually pretty smart,” I agreed.
I approached a guard I did not know but had seen before. Naturally, his eyes skipped my eyes and landed right on my breasts.
“I require Prince Keiran’s assistance,” I told him like a good little docile girl, trying not to clench my teeth in the process. He opened the door a sliver to ask permission to allow me to enter.
“Jorah?” I heard Keir ask.
That was good enough for me, I left the gawking guard at the door and barged right on in.
The first thing that struck me was how much darker Krew’s wing felt compared to Keir’s, though the basic layout was the same. The second thing that struck me was that Krew’s crown was just slapped on his nightstand, half on a book, half on the wood of the furniture. Like it was nothing at all and not the crown to an heir of Wylan. Keir kept his in a fancy box. Krew just threw it somewhere?
Keir’s breath caught as I turned the corner into the sitting room where they were sitting at an oval shaped table.
“We have a problem,” I announced.
Krewan’s eyebrows shot for his hair as he also took in my attire.
“What’s wrong?” Keir asked, his blue eyes etched with concern.
“I cannot wear this,” I told him.
“Festive,” Krewan muttered, his eyes wandering the dress.
Keir shook his head as he looked it over again. “So wear a different dress?”
