"Why did he do it?" Rael's voice cut through the silence for the third time, his brows furrowed in suspicion.
He leaned against the carved pillar of the chamber, eyes flickering toward Valerian.
Valerian Stormborne's gaze was fixed on the darkened corridor ahead, his jaw tight.
"I think all these questions can only be answered by Vaelric himself," he finally said, his tone measured.
"Though I wonder if he might still be asleep."
Therion gave a low chuckle, folding his arms across his broad chest.
"Yes, he is. Him and your new bride were busy whispering half the night away. They finally drifted off together."
Rael's eyes narrowed. "Together?"
Therion raised a brow, unbothered. "We tried to keep an eye on them. Your son is taken with her, Valerian. That much is clear."
Valerian exhaled deeply, running a hand through his dark hair. For a long moment, he said nothing.
