Sebastian's footsteps echoed lightly in the narrow passage leading toward the west wing. He kept his pace measured, his head slightly bowed so the patrolling guards wouldn't bother stopping him.
He had meant to avoid James this morning — too many eyes, too many listening ears in the council chambers. But the queen had summoned him quietly, and when the queen summoned you, you went.
The heavy double doors to her private chambers were open just enough to slip through. She was seated in the tall-backed chair near the crib, her dark hair braided back, face pale in the early light.
The baby was awake, lying on his back, tiny hands curling in the air.
"You've come earlier than I expected," she said without looking up.
Sebastian stepped forward. "You asked for me."
Her eyes lifted to his face. "You feel it, don't you?"
He hesitated. "…Yes."
