Allan
As Feyre watched Alyus morph back to human, she kept that same wide eyed look. He looked so... Normal here. Not menacing at all. The way his hair fell around his face, shadowing the outlines of his strong jaw and eyes that still remained wild, cold, and heartless. Except for that devilish smile of pearly whites that- even though he was a human now, she knew he could eat her in one bite. 

The small pure blood trailed her gaze down to the kings hands, watching him pick up his book and poising himself back upright. When he handed the heavy book to Feyre she confusingly opened her palms to accept it, the weight of it sinking in. She went to look down at it for just a moment, taking in the foreign markings and -to her- the unreadable words. 

However, when Alyus came closer, brushing his lips against her ear; it was enough to make every hair on her neck perk up. Another soft quiet gasp escaped from her lips in surprise at just how close he was. But his words however... That was enough to make her start trembling all over again. Feyre gripped the heavy book in her hands so tight her knuckles turned white. Her heart rate started to pick up again as it was clearly shown in her panicked breaths. 

"I..." 

Menacing. He was *Defiantly* Menacing. Even as his human form. Before she could fully respond, she felt the king pull away and make his way off to the doors. Part of her felt like dying right then and there. While the other was tugging at her to ask a million questions at once. Feyre glanced down at the book once more before taking a moment to watch Alyus leave. Should she follow him? What was her orders today?
Lillian
Alyus all the while was smirking, but as he walked away from Feyre he glanced back at her, his eyes steely as always. He didn't look long before setting off to the throne room. He was a king after all and had plenty of duties and "Appointments" To attend to. He didn't expect Feyre to follow, but if she did, she would be in for quite the show..

Alyus then rounded a corner and headed off to the
Allan
Catching his eye, Feyre felt her cheeks heat up ever so slightly. She was already embarrassed at the whole ordeal, and him staring at her like that- with that god damn grin, it just wasn't helping. She huffed reluctantly, puffing up her cheeks in an attempt to act like she wasn't fazed by his pure dominant behavior.

And that little voice in her head kept at her until she unknowingly felt her feet slowly heading after the King. Sneaking around him didn't seem practical but, she wanted to know what he meant when he spoke those chilling words to her...