Chapter 687: The Weight of Crowded Truths
The door opened fully and Daniel stepped in first, followed closely by Madam Tyler and Caspian.
The shift in atmosphere was immediate, as if the room had briefly held its breath and only now remembered how to exhale.
Caspian narrowed his eyes slightly as he took in the scene and then spoke with a low, questioning tone.
"And who exactly did you just call the three musketeers?"
Ronan's lips curved immediately into an easy smile, the kind that always suggested he had no intention of explaining himself properly.
Caspian stared at him for a moment longer, then let out a low grunt of discomfort as he placed a hand behind his back and stretched slightly.
"Get up," he said to Ronan. "You are sitting like an entitled brat. Come and massage my back."
Tobias hid his laugh behind a chuckle, and Ronan quickly gave him the middle finger.
"I am speaking to you, boy," Caspian told Ronan, who made a sound of protest.
