Sylas
He already knew what was coming the moment he saw the change on his father's face. Terror had spread across the emperor's features, and Sylas had imagined this exact moment long before. Now it was happening. After making his bold statement in the throne room, his father had not uttered a single word. He was just staring at him, his glare sharp and piercing. But the intense glare did not bother Sylas anymore, because after all, he had grown up seeing that same look on his father's face.
"I will like to demand an audience with the emperor!" Sylas blurted out.
His father narrowed his eyes and shook his head. He was preparing to speak, preparing to explain away what had just happened, but Sylas did not give him the chance.
"Your majesty, I will like to speak with you alone, with Master Lynsander," he declared firmly, his voice carrying no trace of pleading.
He had long stopped caring about what his father thought of him.
