Caidric and Draven marched into the throne room where Kaelion awaited on his throne.
“Your Majesty,” they said in unison, bowing low.
“Sir Caidric,” Kaelion’s gaze lingered on him, sharp and unyielding, “where have you been? I received reports this morning that you were out riding.”
“I rode with Rowenne and the boys until they were clear of Eryndral,” Caidric replied. “The boys are still a little new to the saddle.”
“They made it beyond Eryndral safely, thanks to you,” Kaelion said, his voice measured. “But the world outside these walls is far more dangerous, and now they must face it alone. Who can say what will become of them?” His eyes drifted downward, his tone softening for a moment as though lost in thought. Then he looked up again, his expression unreadable.
“Of course, we do n
