Ryn needed more information. As valuable as Amelia and Maria's information were, they'd most likely been passed through official channels and were dulled on purpose.
Every other route led back to the same problem.
House Grandal stood too close to the throne. Anything uncertain would be filtered out instantly.
Amelia wasn't being trusted with the truth.
She was being kept presentable.
That realization settled quickly. The longer Ryn considered it, the clearer the path became.
He lifted his hood, letting the wind brush lightly through his dark purple hair as he stood before the estate. The Arctis delegation compound sat higher than most, its placement making it a hassle to navigate through the upper terraces of the "Light".
Ryn stopped at the edge of the grounds and looked up at the banners snapping overhead.
For a moment, he considered turning away.
Not because he was unwelcome.
But because he and the Arctis heir had never seen eye to eye.
