Sol and I waited in the corridor for Davian to finish getting ready. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, while Sol wandered a few steps away, gazing up at the portraits that lined the walls—generals, nobles, and the occasional monarch, all rendered in oil and framed in gold.
The guards assigned to escort us stood respectfully at a distance, silent and still.
I was growing bored of the quiet, and with Sol standing there unsuspecting, I decided to entertain myself.
Without a word, I used telekinesis to lift him gently into the air.
He flailed, startled, though he didn't cry out—perhaps too proud to be caught yelling. When the guards glanced our way, I let him drop back to the ground. He landed on his feet, turning to glare at me with crimson cheeks.
"What do you think you're doing?" he sneered, his voice low, lips twitching with embarrassment.
"I'm bored," I replied simply, a small smile playing on my lips. "So, I'm playing."
