He'd also love to know.
Because right now, Kael Dravaryn wasn't entirely sure why he had to disguise himself like this.
They were supposed to be finalizing preparations for tomorrow's appearance. Kael had just shoved a neat, official-looking list of people-of-interest toward Riley, the kind of list most aides would guard with their lives. The instructions were simple: memorize every face in case any of them appeared tomorrow.
Simple—if Riley could focus.
Instead, he had been staring at the same name for ten minutes, chewing his pen like it had personally wronged him. Finally, he blurted out, "My Lord… can I go outside? Even for just a bit?"
Kael lifted a brow. "Outside?"
"Yes, My Lord," Riley sighed, leaning forward like a man delivering tragic news. "It's about my family. I haven't been able to contact them, and because of that, I'm… worried something might have happened."
Kael didn't even blink. "I had them transferred yesterday. They're at my estate."
