Lord Damien and Lord Valor stood several steps away from the body of Captain Marlen both men appeared calm.
At least on the surface, Valor adjusted the sleeve of his robe, his expression carefully neutral.
"You asked everyone else to leave," he said slowly. "May we know why?"
Kaelvryn tilted his head slightly, studying him, "you are quite impatient today."
Valor forced a faint smile, "it is difficult not to be when your king summons you into a room with a corpse and begins speaking in riddles."
Lucas chuckled quietly then shrugged with a glint of excitement on his face, "that sounds like a perfectly reasonable complaint."
Kaelvryn ignored him then his gaze shifted to Damien, "and you?" the king asked softly. "Are you also confused?"
Damien met his eyes without hesitation, "I also prefer clarity not riddles, Your Majesty."
The king leaned back in the throne, "I see," then nodded his head in a mocking gesture.
