Saar bowed deeply, his voice quiet but firm. "As you command, my lord."
Meical didn't answer him. His gaze lingered on the grand gates ahead for a moment before he stepped past Saar and descended the steps.
The butler trailed after him in silence until they reached the courtyard, where the carriage waited, gleaming under the pale light.
When Meical climbed inside, he paused, his hand brushing over the hilt of his sword.
Why was he doing this? He had told himself he didn't love Kaizar, not in the way a man should love another. Yet now, after seeing his tears, after hearing what those men had done, his restraint fractured.
He exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening.
No.
This wasn't about love.
This was about justice.
"To Dorian's estate.." he ordered.
