Dameon and Gabriel sat inside the royal carriage, the golden curtains drawn halfway back, allowing sunlight to spill over their silent forms. Dameon leaned against the window, quietly watching the bustling streets of Varyndor pass by.
Gabriel glanced sideways. "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing serious. Just watching the crowd... how peaceful everything looks."
Gabriel smiled. "Yeah. Peaceful."
Peaceful enough... Dameon thought....it won't last long.
He turned to Gabriel. "Now that I think about it, I haven't seen Mother these past two days."
Gabriel shifted. "She's fine. She left for Grandfather's estate."
"Marquis Donovan, huh." Dameon kept his voice neutral. The man who helped kill my mother. A mastermind hiding behind titles and wealth.
"Yeah," Gabriel nodded. "We're not exactly close, but we speak from time to time."
"And Father? Did you see him?"
"I did, this morning," Gabriel said, voice quieter now. "He's... doing okay, though I think he's hallucinating."
