"Enzo, what are you doing on the throne?" Adrian asked as he walked softly and quietly into the throne room, his brows drawing together the moment his eyes landed on his younger brother.
The sight before him made his blood heat instantly.
Enzo sat on the obsidian throne as though he belonged there, one arm resting on the armrest, his posture calm and composed, while King Calister remained seated a few steps below on the smaller chair reserved for the king during private family hearing.
The atmosphere in the room was heavy, suffocating even, and the silence that greeted Adrian the moment he entered only worsened the fury already simmering inside him.
Enzo lifted his head and looked at his brother, but he did not answer.
