Draxil felt different from the last time Dean had entered it.
That was probably because nobody was trying to kill them.
Since Amaru took control, the royal airfield outside the capital had been renovated, replacing damaged military structures with pale stone terminals, broad glass walls, and enough ceremonial banners to make the upcoming coronation impossible to forget. Dark blue and silver hung from every column, bearing the new royal insignia instead of the emblems of the dynasty that had ruled before him.
Theo noticed the flags first.
"What is that one?"
Dean followed his pointing finger while Hunter moved ahead with security and Matthias stayed close enough to Theo to catch him if he decided the stairs looked negotiable.
"That is Amaru's crest."
"The king?"
"Almost."
Theo considered that.
"He is not king yet?"
"The coronation is tomorrow."
"So today he is half king?"
Arion, walking beside them in a dark travel suit with his jacket open, looked down at his son.
