"I don't think so," Leia said, dismissing Azalea's hopeful theory. Then, without hesitation, she shifted the direction of the conversation entirely. "Grandma, I overheard something earlier, you don't seem to like Ronan's presence in this house. Is that why he's not staying at the mansion?"
Azalea's expression tightened, her eyes narrowing. "What exactly are you implying? Speak clearly," she demanded sharply.
Leia met her gaze with a calm gaze. "I was just looking for Ronan, Grandmother. That's all," she said lightly, brushing the tension off as if it were nothing. "You two can continue your conversation."
With that, she rose gracefully and walked away, leaving behind a lingering silence.
Azalea watched her retreating figure, lips pressed into a thin line. "She heard everything, didn't she?" she muttered, feeling a sting of discomfort. "I thought Leia was gentle… seems I misjudged her."
