She heard the door open and pretended to focus all her attention on the windowsill, even though she was aware it’ll be obvious to the prince that she was listening. When she turned around a moment later, she feigned surprise before putting down the rag and bowing to both incomers.
“Your Highness. Madam Yesui.”
“Nairhab.” It wasn’t often she heard the full version of her name.
Saikhan’s face was as if carved from marble, beautiful but without any warmth or emotion and his voice sounded just the same. Nairi knew he could put on a charismatic pretense, but she also knew that he didn’t consider her worthy of the effort.
I finally got through that chapter I was stuck on and started Nairi’s POV which means introducing new setting and new characters and I’m once again actually enjoying writing.