With that, Izan turned on his heel and strode out of the chamber, leaving the council in stunned silence. His mind was set on Elian.
Martin watched him go, while Jaxon and Dillion followed closely behind, their footsteps echoing in the halls. Izan's jaw was tight, his thoughts spiraling as he replayed every word of Lord Cavin's accusations. He knew Cavin would strike eventually, Martin had been keeping close tabs on him, but he hadn't anticipated Cavin stooping so low as to spread such vile gossip. If Izan had acted sooner, this never would have happened. He couldn't help but blame himself for allowing the situation to escalate.
As they approached Elian's chambers, Ren and Orin, standing guard, immediately bowed. "Your Highness," they greeted solemnly, their gazes briefly flickering toward the partially closed door.
