"Your Royal Highness, Prince Gillian," Philia greeted them, offering a flawless, perfectly executed bow. He then turned his gaze toward the bed, his eyes softening with an expression of profound joy. "And Princess Iryna. To see you sitting up and breathing so comfortably… the heavens have truly listened to our desperate prayers."
"Lord Philia," Gillian responded. His voice was polite but carried a distinctly cool, guarded edge. He stepped slightly to the side, positioning himself like a shield between the visitor and his sister's bedside. "We appreciate you coming all this way to check on her."
"It is the very least I could do," Philia replied softly as he stepped closer.
As he approached, Philia's sharp eyes meticulously scanned the princess. His mind was racing, picking apart every single detail.
