Rowan had been standing behind Zalyric for what felt like endless hours and not once did he feel comfortable. The weight of the atmosphere pressed down on him as the cheers of the crowd slowly died down after the fight. Across the vast arena, his gaze kept finding its way to one person—Ravik, his father. Even from that distance, Rowan could feel the tension that always seemed to linger between them, thick and unspoken.
Rowan couldn't tell if that slight curve on his lips was a smirk or just his imagination but it made his stomach twist all the same with a chill crept down his spine. He didn't know why but he could never relax around that man. Maybe it was because of the past with his harsh words, the cold looks and the way Ravik always made him feel small even without saying anything.
