The silence between them was louder than the rustling sound of dry leaves on the ground, and colder than the breeze blowing past their figures.
Nobody knew what crossed above the depth of their blue eyes, but more than just the awkwardness of an unexpected encounter between these soon-to-be rivals for the throne, it wouldn't be hard to tell that they both were trying to suppress whatever was about to burst out of their chests.
Sean lowered his gaze and bowed his head as he'd always been taught when facing members of the Aldric Family, though the person in front of him had been long cast away by the Alpha sovereign himself.
"Uncle," he greeted Clyde in a polite tone, then walked over to place his bouquet of freesia on top of his father's grave. "I didn't think I would run into you here."
