Jayran didn't usually visit his mother's atrium. He only did so out of pure necessity, and now was no different. He knew that it was where he would find his mother at this time of day. But as he approached the atrium, a few things stuck out to him.
First was the lack of guards at the entrance. There were usually at least two armed guards standing there at all hours, even when the atrium wasn't in use.
He heard two voices coming from inside, one belonging to his mother and the other sounding like Laheir Tavish. Jayran stepped closer to the doors and caught the tail end of a conversation.
He had never truly understood the nature of his mother's and Laheir's relationship. At times, they behaved like allies, and at other times they deliberately opposed each other publicly.
Checking that no one else was around, he pressed his ear to the cold wood to listen more intently to what they were saying.
