Ezra sat on the edge of the bed, his blindfolded face turned toward the floor.
His hands rested on his knees, fingers curling and uncurling as if trying to grasp something intangible but there was nothing there.
Olivia sat beside him, her hand lightly brushing his arm. He focused on her presence, using it to ground himself in reality.
If not for her, he was sure he'd be overwhelmed by the storm of thoughts raging in his mind.
"You've been quiet." Olivia said softly in concern. "Quieter than usual."
Ezra exhaled slowly, leaning back slightly.
"It's hard not to be." He admitted. "The Monarchy doesn't trust me. Akiko doesn't trust me. I don't even know if I can blame them for it."
"Not only am I an anomaly created in the Society, I'm also connected to the death of three relic holders. As if that wasn't enough, I appeared out of nowhere as a prince. I would be suspicious of me too."
