SOLVEIL - PRISON
The guards escorted them back to their cell with the weary professionalism of men who had been on shift for too long and had processed too many feelings about a prisoner who treated incarceration like a study abroad program.
Veyron hadn't given them a verdict. He had given them a wall.
"We are verifying King Solveil's condition. You remain in custody until we do. That is final."
Octavian had looked like he wanted to say more. His mouth had opened twice during that sentence and closed both times because the Commander's face had communicated that additional commentary from the Master Mage would result in the Master Mage joining the accused in a cell, and Octavian liked his freedom too much to risk it on an opinion.
So they were back. Same cell. Same window. Same cot that Guinevere had repositioned for optimal sunrise viewing.
The flash came without warning.
