"Irene," Kieran noticed the familiar silhouette and his eyes widened in surprise. He could not conceal the delight in his eyes. His heart roared at him to go to her, to his woman, the girl he had loved for years, centuries together and he did just that. He went in the direction where he had last seen her, leaving a puzzled Seymour staring at his back.
Seymour had no idea what had happened and where the King was going. But he had not missed the name his King had taken before he had started walking.
"Irene?" He frowned lightly before the realization hit him. He was not a stranger to the name. He had heard it from his King long ago and many other times when he had spoken about his love for her.
Seymour was stunned to hear the same name again, for the King had never taken her name outside the castle. Except for him, nobody else knew about her, no human at least.