The Caverna siblings sat in the throne room the next morning—well, except for Alaric who was just running inside, 5 minutes late to their supposed meeting.
“My apologies,” he panted as he took his seat, clearly sweating from having to rush in. His gray hair was unusually unmade, he even missed a button on his clothes, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
“It appears someone stayed up late last night,” Aldin said with a smirk before taking a sip of his drink.
Alagor’s eyebrows raised, looking interested in the matter. “Pray, tell, brother. What is it that made you sleep in this morning? I recall our tea time with the lady Erin ended early in the evening.”
“Yes, Alaric, what tired you out last night?” Almina asked with feigned innocence, adding wood to the fire. “Could it be some
