Yeren walked into his grand library. The guards closed the door behind him. The smell of old books and decades-old candle wax filled the elegantly furnished room. He headed straight for the wine decanter, hoping the wine would distract him. But as he poured himself a glass, he found he had no interest in the drink.
He opened the doors that led to the parapets. The rain was still falling, needling his scalp as he stood overlooking the parts of Reden he could see.
He heard the main doors open. The footsteps drew near, stopping a few feet behind him. Yeren didn't have to look to know who it was - the only man bold enough to meddle in his affairs. Andon.
"Your Grace-."
"Don't."
Yeren knew exactly what the man wanted to say.
"I wasn't going to say anything."
Liar.
"Did you bring any news then?"
Silence seated over them. From Andon's hesitation, it wasn't good news. His hands twitched as he waited. The raindrops were icy, but not cold enough to cool him.
"She was punished."
