The former Empress of Arindale had possessed many qualities, but subtlety in interior design was not one of them.
Kaia stood in the center of the traditional Empress's Suite in the heart of the palace, shielding her eyes. The room was a sprawling monstrosity of bright magenta silk, gilded cherubs, and aggressively plush velvet chaises that looked like they belonged in a highly funded brothel rather than a royal residence.
"It looks," Kaia said, her voice echoing in the cavernous space, "like a flamingo exploded."
Standing a respectful three paces behind her, Caspian let out a long, weary sigh. The valet was holding a clipboard, tasked with managing the royal relocation.
