Ashen finally walked into his father's chambers, he had barely crossed the threshold when thunder cracked through the chamber.
The sound was so violent it forced him to halt mid-step, boots scraping faintly against the floor. The air itself seemed to recoil, flames flaring briefly along the carved dragon pillars as the King's fury filled the room.
"So you finally decide it is time to grace my chambers," King Aden's voice boomed, hoarse yet commanding. "After I sent for you yesterday. After I lay between life and death. Is it only when it suits you that you remember your father exists?"
Ashen lowered his head, shoulders squared, hands clenched at his sides. He said nothing.
The silence only fed the rage.
"I am speaking to you," the King roared. "Have you lost your tongue as well, or is arrogance now all that remains of you?"
