Roland's belongings had been relocated before dinner even ended. Three crates of books, two trunks of suits, a leather satchel packed with heavily classified letters, and a map of Draconia that Silas had mounted on the wall wearing the exhausted expression of a man who was constantly asked to hang things in bizarre places.
His new bedroom was located at the far end of the east wing corridor, exactly three doors down from room number two. The windows were massive, facing east, featuring a corner balcony that offered a clear view to the south. Aurelia had handpicked it herself, and absolutely no one dared ask why she deliberately chose the room furthest away from the master suite.
Out in the corridor earlier, Riven had stopped him while holding a sleeping Kaelven. "Congratulations," he grunted.
"Thanks," Roland replied curtly, tilting his chin up just a fraction.
"That's all." Riven started to walk away, then abruptly turned back. "Don't burn anything down."
