She lurches at me but restrains herself, coming into an abrupt halt as the door opens behind me. I turn around and Juwela slips through with a rueful smile.
"My apologies. Primus Kelan is here to see you."
On cue, Primus walks in eagerly. Instead of his burgundy armour and uniform, it is replaced with a regal red tunic with a diagonal neckline, something so simple yet boasting royalty with the rich fabric that embraces every curve of muscle. His sword and holster are absent as well. It seems he visited the falls before me.
He's pristine, fresh-smelling, and his hair is well-groomed, long strands to curtain the once trimmed flanks that are now overgrown. I glance back at Anthia meaningfully. Her eyes dart between Juwela and I before she scoffs and marches out the bedchamber along with Juwela, leaving me alone with Primus Kelan.
I free my hands from my pockets. "Do you require anything, Primus?"
