Kaelix followed Drystan down the quiet corridor, his steps brisk and impatient.
Every moment he spent away from Eirik felt like a betrayal of his own resolve to protect and care for him.
The emotional toll of recent events hung over him like a storm cloud, and Drystan's sudden need for a private conversation only added to his frustration.
Drystan walked ahead, his usual assured stride laced with hesitation.
He finally stopped in an alcove away from the main corridors. His usual calm demeanor seemed strained, his back to Kaelix for a moment, as though steadying himself.
Kaelix crossed his arms and frowned, impatience flickering in his eyes. "Drystan, what is this about? I need to get back to Eirik." His was voice clipped.
Drystan turned slowly, his face unreadable but the tightness in his jaw betraying his turmoil. He took a deep breath, and his eyes met Kaelix's with quiet determination.
"I want to talk about Sadiki, Your Highness."
