The grand hall emptied slowly, leaving behind only Denzel and Devonte. Zara had retreated to her chamber without uttering a word, her silence heavy with unspoken thoughts. Meanwhile, Denzel and Devonte stayed behind, the former engrossed in the lingering tension of the day's events, while the latter seemed... different.
Denzel turned to his brother, his sharp eyes narrowing in curiosity. Something was off about Devonte. his demeanor was unusually relaxed, a grin tugging at his lips that he wasn't even trying to hide. For someone as stoic as Devonte, this newfound charisma was a glaring anomaly.
"So," Denzel began, his tone laced with suspicion, "what's going on?"
Devonte chuckled softly, leaning casually against a nearby pillar. "Nothing," he said with a shrug, his voice light. " just a good day."
