Chapter Twenty-NineMizar remained silent as he walked alongside Vaxi. They kept a slow, deliberate pace as they crossed the courtyard on their way to the Great Hall, where the summit was to be held. She cast several sidelong glances at him along the way, trying to read his expression, but the High Mage's face was inscrutable.
After parting ways with Warran following the archery contest, she'd returned to Mizar's study to find him, as well as a portly black-clad man, tending to Sen. She'd blanched at the sight of Sen's injuries, and her stomach had leaped into her throat when Mizar told her who had inflicted them. Guilt washed over her in a wave so intense she began to tremble, then shake. The vile young prince had beaten Sen half to death because of what she'd done.
The court physician,
