Layla's fingers were about to touch Lucien's face before Roseria asked her to stop, hovering just above Lucien's hand. Her face, which was reflecting adoration just now, turned to an irritated expression. She frowned as she looked at her hand, but covered the expression as soon as she could when she turned to look at Roseria; no one had ever stopped her before. She had command on the courts of Valcour and yet here was this crybaby girl, barely out of childhood, halting her as if she had any right to do that.
Layla scoffed internally but her lips curled slightly into a smile as she regained her posture, which was leaning towards Lucien, whom Roseria had just tugged at.
Layla's slowly withdrew her, "You misunderstand me, Lady Roseria," she said sweetly. "I was merely checking on His Highness."
Roseria, sensing that she spoke too rashly, lowered her voice again. "Physician's prescribed that Brother needs rest."
