"What's happening here?"
At that moment, the two noble healers stiffened and immediately bowed. "Greetings, Your Grace."
Alaric had entered the hall.
His mood was clearly sour along his presence that's both commanding and tense. Just moments earlier, before entering the hall, he had been lost in thought, having spoken in depth with Sylas about what had happened to Soren and the punishment awaiting the man who had dared offend them, a man whose name Alaric no longer even cared to recall.
But one decision had already been made.
For attempting to harm royalty and the House of Davenmore, the man's entire family would be executed, and all their assets seized.
Alongside that, an investigation had been ordered into Soren's connection to the suspect. It was then that Alaric had been forced to confront an uncomfortable thought.
Perhaps he had treated Soren too harshly.
