In the silence of the room, the Knights on their knees felt a weight pressed down on their necks that they could not describe.
Alaric stood over the unconscious assassin, watching to make sure he didn't suddenly spring up and try to finish what he started. He didn't look at Kaelen yet. His eyes were fixed on Julian and Lucius, who was now by Julian's side, watching the way Julian's pale fingers trembled as he smoothed the boy's hair.
The Duke's face was unreadable, but there was this fury that was prancing around in his eyes. What was the Duke thinking?
Everyone wondered.
Well, it was quite simple.
He had believed Julian instantly when he said an assassin was coming, and even more when he specified the time, as if he had been tipped off. He asked no questions and did the first thing that came to mind, which was to protect Julian with all he had.
But now that the assassin was gone and there was no more danger, he finally took a moment to ask himself, how had Julian known?
