Zephyrion was delighted. Good news. Completely good news.
With this, his objective for the banquet was largely complete. He had made a favorable impression on the lords of the south and acquired the full inheritance.
As he was about to browse through it, he felt Demorian's curious gaze settle on him.
'…what?'
'I'm just curious, my protégé. How in the world did you know he was going to try something like that?'
Zephyrion could understand how the man felt.
Earlier that night, Zephyrion had informed the ancestor about Kaelith's plans to attack his mind. Since then, he had merely been waiting. The balcony, isolated, dark, and quiet, was the perfect place for it.
A bait.
Zephyrion saw no reason to keep it to himself, so he answered.
'During our fight, his expressions kept changing. It was subtle, but he was clearly arguing with someone in his head. The inheritance.'
