Shayla shifted uncomfortably, struggling to find a reply. "Umm… I will see to it, Your Grace," she said, her flush turning deep as she forced a smile.
"Well, you can leave now," Julian said flatly, already turning his attention to Eliz, who now stood silently behind him.
Shayla blinked, surprised by the sudden dismissal. She hesitated for a moment, her lips parting slightly as if to say something, but she didn't.
Vigg, however, felt a surge of relief at Julian's dismissal. He toys with everyone, he thought bitterly, watching as Julian openly flirted with Eliz, not even bothering to wait until they had left.
Shayla's fingers tightened briefly on her gown as she masked her frustration with a graceful nod. "Of course, Your Grace," she said, turning and walking off in disappointment.
Vigg bowed as well. "Your Grace," he whispered, before turning to follow his mother.
