Meanwhile, inside a private residence that could only be described as a palace, Kaelani's laptop pinged.
She was sitting in her study, a vast room with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked manicured gardens and fountains that sparkled in the evening light. The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with medical texts and leather-bound volumes, their spines gleaming under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. A fire crackled in the marble fireplace, casting warm shadows across the Persian rug beneath her feet.
She was dressed simply. A cream silk blouse, tailored black trousers, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. But even in simplicity, she carried herself like the queen she was. Her posture was perfect, her movements graceful, her dark blue eyes sharp and intelligent.
