Chapter 47
Thorne's footsteps echoed down the corridor; it was late at night. Way late at night, and he was just heading to his room. His body ached—his bones felt heavier than armor, and his mind was a mess.
The day had been hectic—no—it had been hell.
Watching Elara leave the palace was something he never saw coming but still happened. He knew she could be over the top sometimes, and perhaps she did what she did because Irene provoked her… Lord Kethan wanting her to be punished wasn't surprising, but her leaving the palace certainly was.
He had agreed to a punishment for her because the rumors needed to quiet down, and she needed space from him. Or maybe he did…
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration dragging at his every step.
"I need sleep.
" His mind was fraying at the edges, too many days without shutting his eyes. If Caelum had any sense, he'd have the sedative herb prepared already. A few drops, and he'd finally rest.
