As they were escorted out of the throne room, Esme found herself hesitating at the threshold. She wasn't sure why, but unease tugged at her chest. Something about leaving him there felt wrong. Donovan was now surrounded by a man who despised him and another who would gladly twist any word into a weapon against him.
"This place is starting to make me sick," Revana muttered as the guards led them down the corridor. "Anyone else notice how Don's been awfully quiet lately? Think his ears are still bothering him or something?"
"I thought it was just me."
Althea rubbed her arms to ward off the night's chill. "He's always been the quiet type, but lately… it doesn't feel like his usual silence. I just hope he's really doing okay."
