Axel’s pov
I had myself placed in Father’s study, amidst my brothers. The room was suffocating with a hard silence broken only by the shuffling of papers as Father studied the maps spread across his desk.
I and my brothers were there watching him with keen interest as we didn’t know what to say or do.
Father let a frustrated sigh escape past his lips. “I don’t understand why they haven’t attacked.” His voice was low, a determined edge to it as he concentrated on his thoughts. His eyes cast in my direction. “You did all you could to save Alaric, I figured the attack would come right after that.”
The corner of my shoulders lifted up slightly to form a half hearted shrug. “Maybe they’re afraid.”
Father scoffed. “Rogues don’t fear easily. Not at all.” He paused, his face becoming more se
