Rowan's POV
Adrian's quarters in the east wing were comfortable by design, comfortable enough that a man with less patience than I currently possessed might have questioned whether calling it confinement was even accurate. A proper bed. A window overlooking the training fields. Two guards stationed outside the door rather than inside it, which I'd decided against only because Adrian had shown no inclination toward violence, and crowding him further seemed unlikely to produce anything beyond wasted effort.
I found him seated near the window when I entered, watching the warriors drill below with the same detached curiosity he'd shown toward everything else since we'd found him standing in my archive.
"Alpha." He didn't stand, though the greeting carried no disrespect in it, simply acknowl
