Silver hit the ornate silk carpet of the royal bedchamber with a heavy thud, his silver hair spilling messily over the velvet fabric.
Evangeline stood perfectly still above him, her boots firmly planted, her breath coming in slow, calculated turns as the spatial portal collapsed into nothingness behind them.
Jericho had not followed.
"It seems Jericho preferred to remain behind to settle her unresolved family affairs..." Evangeline murmured softly, her eyes scanning the quiet, candlelit sanctuary of her room. She then turned her gaze downward toward Silver, who made no effort to stand, choosing instead to remain sitting on the floor.
She crossed her arms, tilting her head with a mixture of cold authority and dark irritation. "Now... what on earth am I to do with you, my insolent jester? Disobeying me, rebelling against my rule, and outright refusing to return with your Queen?"
