Alaric’s POV
The conversation with our mother lingered in my mind as we made our way to the dining room. Each step felt heavy with the weight of her warning, but I pushed it aside, focusing instead on the present.
The palace hallways were quiet, save for the soft echo of our footsteps on the marble floors.
Kane walked on my left, his hand brushing the wall to guide him, while Calix, on my right, moved with a confidence that belied his deafness.
I led the way, my movements more deliberate and measured. I glanced back at my brothers occasionally, my eyes flickering with thoughts I didn’t voice.
The hallways were filled with the warm morning light filtering through the large windows, casting long shadows that danced with our passing.
As we approached the dining room, the scent of br
