Prince Rael stepped onto the high balcony, wind tugging at his coat. Below, the training grounds echoed with battle—but up here, it was silent. He watched the gates. One rider. No guards stopped him.
Rael turned.
Through the halls. To the throne wing.
He stopped.
A hooded figure waited. Still. Familiar.
“You’re late.* Rael said.
“You’re taller.” The figure replied, lowering his hood.
Cael.
“You shouldn’t have come back.”
“You knew I would.”
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