In the morning, Alvaro headed to Sylas' room. Amos was seen coming out of the prince's room.
The young knight turned his face away when he saw Alvaro approaching and quickly walked in the other direction. Alvaro just clicked his tongue, used to Amos' strange behavior. It wasn't just him, Amos seemed to live in his own world and rarely interacted with the other guards.
But that wasn't his concern.
Alvaro nodded to the room guards. The guards simply opened the door.
Alvaro entered the room and saw a male servant dressing the prince. He was used to the sight, but this morning he froze in the middle of the room.
Sylas was wearing black attire, the formal uniform of nobility usually worn for funerals or other tragic occasions. Alvaro felt his heart almost stop.
Had King Adrien passed away? Why hadn't he heard anything?
"Your Highness, what happened?" Alvaro asked cautiously.
Sylas turned his head, looked at Alvaro, and without saying anything, adjusted some folds in his clothes.
