Without anyone spelling it out, Glen already knew, his negotiation with the Alpha of the Ael'Vurin race was a death sentence waiting to be signed. But in his current state, he had no other cards to play. Haston had already made his move, and soon enough the other nobles would follow, eager to topple the rule Glen had clawed his way into.
And that was something he refused to let slip away,not after all the sacrifices Etien had poured into it.
Once the voice of the Void faded behind the door, Glen muttered the incantation, tearing open a portal. He stepped through and found himself back in his private chambers. For a moment he lingered, eyes sweeping the room, before exhaling sharply and deciding to head toward his study. He was certain Henri would still be there.
But as his boots clicked against the cold porcelain floor of the palace corridor, echoing like steel against stone, Glen spotted a figure at the far end. The man stood waiting, smiling faintly before striding forward.
