"Something on your mind, Mother?" Azul drawled. For a long while he had said nothing, merely sitting in silence and watching the restless agitation that had taken hold of his mother. The expression on her face had been troubled from the moment she unfolded the letter, but it had only worsened the longer she read it. Now the parchment lay crumpled on the floor, crushed into a tight ball as though she wished she could erase whatever words had been written upon it.
Azul's gaze dropped to the discarded parchment, and his lips curled slowly into a cruel, amused smile. "Is it another note requesting my arrest?"
Over the past few days, some of Falein's bolder supporters had taken to writing letters to the palace, demanding justice for Arik Tomar's death. Their anger had not been limited to ink and parchment either. Groups of them had gathered in the streets, stirring up small riots that choked the city roads.
