ar, and already the bleeding was stopping thanks to his usual Amouni healing.
He started to dress, finishing by pulling the Amouni robe over his clothes and weapons. “Why now?” But he had no satisfying answer for himself. Was it acceptance of his heritage? His broken past? Or part of preparation for his fate, whatever that would be. Whatever the reason, he was groomed and attired as he believed his forebears would have been and that was how he would face his brother too.
Never left the room and made his way through dim corridors to the Empress’ quarters – only to be redirected to one of the towers by the First Hawk standing guard. “The Master will be within, My Lord.”
Never thanked the man and quickened his step.
At the foot of the tower he was rebuffed by a sealed door. He thumped upo
