Arkanos led Isolde through the grand cathedral.
After a while, he glanced at her, a knowing smirk playing on his lips he spoke casually.
"You know, I've been wondering something."
Isolde blinked up at him, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. "What is it, Your Majesty?"
He stopped walking and turned to her, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Why did you keep your identity a secret for so long?"
The question sent a jolt through her, and she nearly stumbled before catching herself. "I—" She looked at him, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. "How did you even find out?"
Arkanos chuckled, the sound deep and almost teasing. "I have my ways."
Isolde pouted slightly, a hint of embarrassment coloring her features. She didn't like how effortlessly he had unraveled something she had spent years trying to keep hidden.
