«Your lodgings are almost ready, your majesty,» the general said.
I tilted my head, surprised. He was calling her your majesty.
I had already noticed the well-hidden respect he had towards my wife. He had been sad for a while after the surrender, and he worried about her well-being after it. Yet, I couldn't understand the glance he threw at me after the final negotiations.
Did he realise that I was aiming at Thea? Was he... worried?
It was weird. Those two were war opponents. Yet, they seemed to get along. They were talking in front of a cup of tea, discussing what had just happened as if it was history.
My Thea was just beautiful, in her dark dress. Her hair was braided, her face framed only by a couple of small earrings. No makeup, nor other decorations.
She observed the camp absent-mindedly, wondering about the future.
«See you at dinner, your majesty,» the general finished and walked away.