He retraced the same path he had taken earlier, striding through the corridors with barely restrained fury simmering beneath his skin. Guards called after him, but he ignored every single one of them.
His blood roared deafeningly in his ears.
By the time he reached the courtyard again, he climbed back onto his horse almost mechanically. The animal reared slightly beneath the force of his mounting, but Jayran barely noticed before spurring it forward toward the palace.
The ride back felt like a blur.
When he finally arrived, he tossed the reins toward a startled stable hand without slowing his pace. He barely paused as he stormed through the palace gates, grief and rage twisting together into something dark and dangerous inside him.
People darted out of his way as he strode through the long palace halls with only
Servants lowered their heads and pressed themselves against the walls the moment they saw his expression. None dared to speak to him. None dared to stop him.
