Silas stood alone at the high window that overlooked the palace training grounds.
The morning had settled into that quiet hour when most of the palace returned to routine after breakfast. Servants moved through the halls again, guards rotated positions, and the noise of conversation slowly replaced the earlier tension that had hung over the dining hall.
From where he stood, the wide stretch of training fields spread across the back of the palace like a pale sea of sand and stone.
Three figures stood near the far edge of the grounds.
Even from this distance, he recognized the brothers immediately. Their movements were too distinct to mistake.
Kael stood facing the other two with the restless posture of a man who could not contain the anger inside him.
