CHAPTER TWELVE
Shortly after arriving back at the abbey, Velkyn and Calderon were both summoned to the Abbot’s chamber. They walked together through the stone halls quietly, each absorbed in their own thoughts. Calderon kept replaying the terrifying events of that morning in his mind, desperately trying to figure out why Prince Ranaan would have murdered his own brother.
Perhaps what Velkyn said earlier about a coup was the truth. Maybe the younger prince was not happy with being second in line for the throne and murdered his brother out of anger and jealousy? Yet from all that he had heard, both princes were respected and mature, never having any real dispute with one another. It didn’t add up.
“The world feels … darker somehow,” Velkyn whispered to Calderon. “I feel it in my spirit. I
