Dain followed Julius back to the castle as the various groups returned from the training grounds. Kirin entered the castle doors, heading for Julius with a childish smile, still excited from his bout with Rin. “If I had to give today a grade I’d say they passed with flying colors,” he said.
“I would agree, brother,” Julius replied.
“I have prepared a room in the lower chambers for Myria’s funeral. The procession will begin shortly. Please prepare and Kai will escort you there.”
“Understood.”
Kirin patted Julius’ shoulder. Julius noticed something that solidified his brother’s honest change. There was a genuine generosity to his touch, a compassion that had not been there in his youth. Kirin returned to his quarters, leaving Julius lost in thought.
“Father, are you okay?” Xia asked.
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