The double doors opened again behind Jayran and he turned to see who it was.
Hairan stepped into the throne room, and his gaze went immediately to Azul, still seated on their father's throne. His eyes hardened instantly. Hairan had never been someone who bothered hiding his reactions.
"Have you taken leave of your senses?" Hairan asked, sounding enraged.
"Not since I last checked, no," Azul replied coolly.
He rose from the throne then and came down the steps of the dais one at a time. He crossed the room toward the doors where Hairan stood, and as he drew level with him he paused, that same faint smirk still at the corner of his mouth. "Don't worry, brother. I wasn't trying to take anything from you. We both know it will be some time before you're able to sit on it yourself. I was simply keeping it warm."
He walked past both of them without looking back and soon the sound of his footsteps faded down the corridor until the room was quiet again.
