(Caius)
I looked at Pryor.
"Have Zeron report here."
"I'll bring him."
Pryor left the dining room without another word. Lira remained beside the table because there was nothing else to report until Zeron arrived. Isla reached for her tea but never took a drink. Her attention stayed on the green council seal resting beside my plate.
No one spoke.
Torvin's death had changed the direction of the morning. A prisoner under my judgment hadn't simply died. Someone had interfered before my sentence had run its course.
Several minutes passed before footsteps reached the dining room.
Zeron entered still dressed for travel. Dust covered the hem of his cloak, and his sword remained fastened at his side. His eyes moved briefly to Isla before returning to me. Then he stopped beside the table.
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