Was that… a smile?
But before he could be certain, Gabrant had already left the room.
What remained in Quintus's chest afterward was nothing but a heavy, ill-omened feeling.
...
As soon as the council ended, Jircniv made his way straight to the room where Shiao Yi had been left to rest.
Four guards were stationed outside the door, standing in the same disciplined posture as before.
"Any changes?" Jircniv asked.
"No, sire. We served him food and tea, but nothing else. He has remained very quiet," one of the guards replied.
Shiao Yi could move freely if he wished.
With unease pressing in his chest, Jircniv carefully opened the door.
The room was dim, already touched by the creeping shadow of evening.
Closing the door behind him, Jircniv stepped inside, his eyes searching for Shiao Yi.
The table still held untouched dishes and a cooling teapot.
Panic sharpened his gaze as he looked around the chamber.
