The moment they stepped into the courtyard, Thalina immediately noticed the unusual atmosphere.
There were workers everywhere—both male and female—supposedly tending to their duties. But instead of focused labor, they were sneaking glances, whispering behind their hands, and most notably, the female workers were giggling uncontrollably, their faces flushed.
Oh no.
Thalina's stomach dropped.
They heard.
They heard everything.
A few of the women had the nerve to still bat their eyelashes at Zorath, while others threw daggers at Thalina with their eyes, as if she had personally ruined their lives.
Thalina stiffened, her face heating. She grabbed Zorath's wrist and squeezed—hard. "Why are they looking at me like that?" she whispered urgently.
Zorath, however, was completely unbothered. No, he looked smug.
