‘So it seems our fates are more entwined than I realised,’ Ronin exhaled the breath held trapped in his lungs.
Gregory was staring at his younger brother, any sense of emotional response removed and hidden behind his courtly demeanour. He was after all the acting King. He turned from Ronin and moved back to the long windows that overlooked the ocean.
‘Perhaps even more than that,’ he shook his head. ‘I wish that you and Ilan had found the opportunity to speak to one another over the last seasons,’ he sighed. Beside the hanging curtains was a bell pull and he tugged upon the gilded tassel. The door swung open and Ronin looked back, frowning as Gregory gave orders for Ilan to be summoned back to the suite.
Then Gregory turned back to the window, unwilling to speak whilst they waited for
