The party followed — Cresty first, with the composed expression of someone who was going to need a very long time to process the morning's events. Anthierin next, still not touching the hammer. Flinn last, with the pleasant expression of someone who had watched something significant happen and had found it professionally interesting.
Seravine stood in the empty throne room.
Looked at the throne.
At the red carpet.
At the door with the loosened hinge that now opened in both directions.
She thought about Voss. About the reports from Einjaar. About the compromised information and whoever in the council had been managing it.
She thought about the man who had sat in her throne and asked about his reward with the easy patience of someone who had all the time available and had made it clear, without saying so directly.
She thought about Empyrean.
About the son of it.
