"What? You were attacked?!" Kaelith's voice rose sharply, breaking through the calm atmosphere of the emperor's study.
His chair scraped back against the polished marble floor as he shot to his feet, disbelief and worry flickering across his face."You were ambushed?" he repeated, almost unable to process the words.
For a brief moment, his eyes glistened with something that even he couldn't conceal, fear. The thought of his brother lying wounded somewhere in the wild made his chest tighten painfully.
Without realizing it, his emotions spilled out unchecked. "Why are you here then? Did you get injured in the process?" Kaelith's tone trembled slightly as he stepped closer, scanning Alaric from head to toe for any sign of blood or pain. "You should have gotten yourself checked by the imperial physicians!"
The words rushed out faster than his mind could stop them.
