Boris followed behind them silently for the next few hours, a few steps behind them along the way, following as a baby duck does for its mother. It was frustrating.
It wasn't the fact that he was walking. He had spent months and months on end walking these palace walls, he was well familiar with the halls that he needed to be in and was aware of those that he didn't. He knew about a third of the palace like the back of his hand and had had practice walking them. It wasn't tiring, he wasn't bored. It was the silence.
The prickling cold silence in the air around him. It felt tense. Something was off. Something was off with Dominic.
It wasn't silent around him. There was chattering, happy back and forth between Dominic, Axel, and Desilva. They were conversing on things that Boris listened to silently, conversations that he could only halfway understand as it was about Dominic's experience at war with the two.
