Queen Elena wasn't left with much of an option, and by noon, they had begun packing. Just as the soldiers had slipped their way unnoticed, they found their way out through the hidden tunnels.
However, none of this went past the ears of the king. Rowan watched every action, listened to every conversation, and oversaw every move. It would be a shame to go to war with the twin kingdom; hence, he let it go under the advice of Minister Rosmere.
The tall walls of the throne room had never looked so empty. The ministers' seats stood vacant, as well as those of the other members of the royal household.
Rowan had arrived early; the air was cold, but he wore so little—a black short-sleeved shirt and black pants. Rowan wasn't the type to be seen in casual clothes outside the comfort of his quarters and the eyes of his lover, but recently, so much had happened that made him too lazy to put in a little effort.
