Detangle (My Thoughts, My Hair And My Heart)

Cinder had never seen Torin look so harried. The man was so quintessentially proper, scrupulously obeying protocol and believing diplomatic etiquette to be the solution to most if not all problems. Of course, this was just how Cinder had perceived him, and Kai had assured her that he had lightened up significantly since the revolution. She supposed she could see it, as the adviser had grown to forgo heavy sighs at the questionable actions of the Lunar Queen, then Ambassador, and now, with the sweet promise of forever, the Empress of the Eastern Commonwealth.“Your Majesty,” he fumbled, “your, uh, assistance is... required. The emperor. Immediately.”