After the king left, Grace walked slowly to the window, letting the air wash over her face. The gardens stretched beyond the balcony, endless and serene, but her eyes were drawn toward the East Wing—the direction the king had pointed them toward.
Jace came to stand beside her, his hand brushing her lower back. "Are you sure you're alright?"
Grace nodded slowly, but her gaze didn't leave the East Wing. "I think this tour is going to be very adventurous."
Jace frowned. "Does it have something to do with your dream?"
She finally looked at him with steady eyes despite the unease beneath them. "Maybe."
He studied her face, and when he saw the steel beneath her gentleness, he nodded.
"All right," he said. "Let's go find the King."
The sun had long dipped below the horizon by the time they left their chambers to the hall where the king was patiently waiting for them to join them.
Seeing them, he let out a relieved sigh. "I'm glad you could come."
