Keegan shifted under the azure gaze, unable to gauge what the king was thinking. Then again, he didn’t dare examine the man’s expression. His observation would be both blatant and disrespectful.
Guards dressed entirely in blue stood along the walls of the throne room, their expressions all impassively similar. Their eyes, Keegan noted, stared straight ahead—like dutiful dogs ready to act on their master’s call.
Keegan hurriedly moved his gaze back over to King Calder. The king sat upon his throne, his cheek and jaw resting against a propped-up hand, the epitome of sophisticated boredom and contemplation.
Keegan dropped his attention to the gleaming floors.
Everything was polished, blindingly lavish, and intricate. He was afraid to breathe and dirty the place.
Though he’d always wanted to step inside the palace, he hadn’t imagined it would be under these circumstances.
Like his meeting with Lord Josiah, thi
Waking up was inevitable.The greedy and consuming hands of unconsciousness loosened their hold from his subconscious and tossed him carelessly back into reality. A heavy weight of doom held him down, reminding him of the events that transpired.Gradually, he opened his eyes and submerged readily in the melancholy. The anger and the loss.Micah braced his hands at his sides and slowly eased himself into a sitting position. He was in a bedroom and he knew immediately it belonged to Josiah.His hands curled at his sides and he breathed in deep.Keegan was gone.Micah forced away the suffocating sorrow and embraced his anger instead. Said anger centered on a specificman,seeing him as the direct reason for tonight’s events. Whether his anger was justified or not, whether Josiah deserved the brunt of the blame or not, Micah found it the easiest to hold the man responsible.Unfortunately, before he could get