Zavian left, and as he expected, Azriel was out with him. The General Commander didn't say anything as he walked by his side, keeping up with his fast pace as they headed to the study. The second the door was closed behind them, Azriel turned to him, eyes wide with fury.
"What was that?" Azriel asked.
"A wedding announcement," Zavian took his seat in the leather chair by the window where a boulder of wine waited for him. He poured himself a cup, and in another, he poured Azriel one and raised the cup in offer.
Azriel did not take it as he came closer. "No, please. The Duke was just sugarcoating his words. You know what will happen, Zavian."
"Humour me, Azriel."
"All it takes is one Kingdom to convince the rest that you aren't fit to rule as King with Neera by your side. It might not even take one Kingdom, everyone there might be planning against you as we speak."
Zavian sipped his wine. "They won't."
