It had already been a full day since Caelius fearlessly lashed out at the four nobles who had contributed the most to Soren's suffering back in the North.
The confrontation still lingered heavily in everyone's mind.
Among them, Cael had been the first to respond to Caelius' fury with his temper erupting before anyone could stop him. His anger had spoken not through words but through a harsh physical blow that landed squarely across Caelius' face.
Lyric had also been caught in that storm of accusations, standing silently as Caelius' rage spilled out like something that had been bottled up for far too long.
Now that the heat of that moment had faded, what remained was the echo of one particular question.
A question that refused to leave Lyric's thoughts.
"Why did you let Soren get close to you only to push him away again?"
The words had sounded simple at first yet the more Lyric remembered them, the heavier they felt.
Far heavier than he had expected.
