"So, are you going to stop me?" Syryn stared up at the anti mage.
Rowan's lips parted to say something but he feared what he might end up saying.
"Don't follow me into the dungeon, Rowan."
Saying so, Syryn left the anti mage at the entrance to the dungeon. He stepped into the darkness and waited for his eyes to adjust to what little light came in from the open door.
Levia was sleeping inside the cell quietly. Syryn had told her to wait for his arrival and she had. The mer king's body could not be seen. Not a single bone was to be seen in the prison.
"Come, Levia. It's time to leave."
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The walk back to the temporary palace was silent. Rowan hoarded his words, thoughts, and feelings about the situation to himself. Even his face was a canvas of pleasant neutrality that didn't betray an inkling of his feelings on the matter.
