Sairis's POV
The moment Sairis stepped out of his room that morning, he knew something was wrong.
Henrietta was standing directly in front of his door. Not nearby, not passing through the corridor on her way somewhere else.
Directly in front of his door, arms crossed, with the face of a woman who had been standing there for a while and had used every minute of it to build up a thorough and well prepared grievance.
Sairis stopped.
He had barely seen Henrietta these past few days, mainly because she had spent most of her time at Lady Candice's side, keeping her company.
Candice had made it clear enough, without saying it directly, that she did not want Sairis around. She had stopped asking for him, stopped sending word, and the door between them had simply closed.
Sairis had let it stay that way.
