With Rowan completely unaware of the true purpose behind the banquet, he chose to stop spiraling into needless speculation.
Instead, he let his thoughts loosen, resigning himself to simply following Zalyric's lead as they made their way toward the banquet hall. The corridor was already alive with soft lamplight and distant music, footsteps echoing faintly against marble as servants and guards moved in practiced harmony.
"Are you okay?" Zalyric asked, glancing sideways at him as they walked. "Is there something bothering you?"
Dylan and Evan followed a respectful distance behind as part of the entourage.
