Chaos packed the few belongings he thought he"d need in a silent daze. Anathema sat quietly on Chaos"s bed, watching him, as he owned nothing himself. Following Chaos"s acceptance to leave with him, they hadn"t spoken. They had walked in silence through the winding corridors and up to Chaos"s old bedroom at the palace. He stared with a heavy heart at the room he"d grown up in and couldn"t help reliving moments from his youth—playing card games with his father, wrestling his brothers, practising with his sword. He couldn"t deny the fear and sadness that crept into his heart at the thought of leaving.
Chaos packedThey"d deliberately left the courtroom after everyone else, in the hope of avoiding awkward questions and arguments. They had run into Raven on their way back through the palace an
