The crown prince rested against the carved obsidian throne, his posture deceptively relaxed. One hand supported his chin while the fingers of the other tapped rhythmically against the armrest, the faint sound echoing through the vast court hall. His gaze was fixed on the trembling minister kneeling before him, yet Leonard was not truly seeing the man. His mind was elsewhere, tangled in thoughts that refused to loosen their grip.
Something gnawed at him from within, sharp and restless.
