Cedric
The door clicked shut.
And then it was just the two of us.
I stood in the middle of my own bedroom in sweatpants, and the King of the Green Fields Kingdom stood three feet away from me with his hands at his sides and an expression on his face that I had absolutely no framework for navigating. The guards were outside. Gwen was outside. Whatever happened in this room in the next few minutes happened with no witnesses and no buffer between us.
He looked at me for a long moment without speaking.
I held his gaze and waited.
“Sit down,” he said finally.
It wasn’t a suggestion. I pulled the chair from the corner and sat. He remained standing, which I understood was intentional, and moved to the window. He stood there with his back to me for a moment, looking out at the quiet street
