Elian's POV
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"You two care to explain what you're arguing about?" Elian asked, gently pulling his arm out of Aurora's grip.
He folded his arms in front of his chest, his eyes flickering between Lucian and Kyren.
The two men soon turned their heads to him, their respective auras calming when they sighted him.
"Elian." They said in unison, but then glanced at themselves again.
Aurora sighed, turning around and closing the large throne room doors behind them while Elian continued stepping toward the dais.
His eyes settled on something Kyren held in his right hand.
A cube box, fitting right into his palm.
The box was golden with blue symbols etched into it, glowing with a mesmerising light.
"Nothing you should worry yourself about, little flame," Kyren muttered, lowering his hand. The Rogue king's crimson gaze eyed Lucian briefly before he added. "I was just leaving anyway. The Dark Lands—"
