Kiera was always curious about you, especially since you were never outright jealous with the difference in titles. You had no reason to be, she knew, because Daeron actually loved you.

Though you took care of her all the same, like you were siblings, and not like she was the wife of the man you loved.

“Are you not jealous?” She asked softly, catching your eye in the mirror. “That I am married to Daeron and you are not? I ask not to be cruel, but out of sheer curiosity.”