Kyle watched Emelia with a blank expression.
"Go back to your room for now."
He said flatly, his tone leaving no room for debate.
Emelia's eyes widened.
"But I—"
"One more word, and I'll have the guards carry you back. You've already done enough tonight."
Kyle interrupted coldly.
She flinched at the tone. Her mouth opened again to protest, but the look in Kyle's eyes made her freeze.
There was no warmth, no leniency there. Only cold calculation. With her pride already bruised and the weight of tonight's events pressing down on her shoulders, Emelia turned on her heels and ran.
Kyle watched her go, noting the guards silently following after her, making sure she didn't do anything reckless.
He gave a mental command to Queen, still perched on his shoulder, to remain watchful. Once he was satisfied, he turned away from the hallway and made his way back to the banquet hall.