Chapter 72

Conaan did not move, his expression stoic and set in stone as he watched Eleanor. Her eyes darted slowly across both of them, her brows raising in hopes of a response, her grip on the two dresses she had held in her hands tightening.

"Brandon? Why were you associating His Highness with death?"

Brandon swallowed as he slowly turned to meet Conaan's eyes. Conaan moved his eyes to Brandon's and he raised his brow a little higher, a silent agreement passing between them.

"Well, my queen..." he started, the lightness in his voice betraying all the tension that had been in the room just a moment ago. "I was asking him about how he intends to let you cope if he dies and leaves you behind. He is not taking care of his health anymore, and has been too concerned with the affairs of the kingdom."

Eleanor let out a small sigh. "You know His Highness. He can care for everything else but himself."

She turned to Conaan whose expression still remained the same, his eyes a li