Sairis's POV
Sairis bit his lip, the small movement almost hidden as he lowered his gaze for a moment. His thoughts moved quickly, faster than he allowed his face to show. This was dangerous ground.
A lot could go wrong in a moment like this.
Just because the king had not shut him down yet did not mean he was free to speak without care. It did not mean he could relax or grow comfortable. If anything, it meant the opposite.
Sairis had been watching him all evening, and King Markus was not a simple man.
He was not easy to read, and he was not predictable. One moment he was silent, the next he was amused, and now he was asking questions that could shift everything. That kind of man could raise someone up or bring them down in the same breath.
This was the man who could decide his fate.
Sairis let out a slow breath through his nose, steadying himself. He could not afford to be careless.
