While Cairen and Ling enjoyed an interesting conversation that would definitely change the course of the War Academy, loaded with implications, a very different conversation was taking place in the throne hall.
The old guardian, his long beard brushing against the stone floor, broke the silence that inhabited the hall.
"Majesty, the whispers have begun to spread. The absence of the princes has not gone unnoticed. Questions will arise, and with more force each day."
The King of Rhyne, seated on the throne, did not seem disturbed by those words.
His green eyes reflected the faint light of the rocks.
"It's fine." His voice sounded firm.
"Let the whispers continue. The news about the inheritance will soon reach the capital and the neighboring kingdoms. Many eyes saw only my daughter and that boy emerging from the gate."
"Then everyone will know the truth, or a version of it. And that is enough."
He paused, his gaze losing itself for a moment in the vastness of the hall.
