Astana stayed in his father's study for a little longer, watching as Paul returned to his reports, the conversation still fresh in his mind. It was strange, he had expected more resistance, but Paul had taken the news calmly, even finding relief in it. Perhaps this was why he had always been one of Damian's most trusted generals: he understood the delicate balance between politics and personal affairs better than anyone else.
Astana, however, could not shake the weight on his chest. Gabriel was strong, but Damian was relentless. If the Emperor had truly set his eyes on him, there was no way out. That was what concerned him the most.
With a quiet sigh, he rose to his feet.
"I am going to rest for a while before heading back," he murmured, and Paul nodded in acknowledgement without looking up from his work.
"Good. You look like you need it."
Astana chuckled dryly and left the study.
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