The Weight of Watching

Ivy POV

“No, silly head,” I said, and she burst out laughing. “Can you be serious for once?”

“I’m always serious except during private discussions with you,” Willow replied with a grin.

I rolled my eyes.

“Alright. This is me being serious,” she added, suddenly straightening her face.

“So,” she asked, “what happened?”

“King Valtor…” I hesitated. “He flirted with me, overwhelmed me with sweet words, seductive and gentle gestures. He drew close, close enough that I thought he would kiss me then stopped and laughed it off, saying he was only playing.”

Willow sighed.

“I expected nothing less from my brother. He’s unpredictable.” She paused....