That seemed to lift the mood a little, and Julian hugged Alaric one last time before taking Lucius from him.
"Bye now," he whispered. "I'll see you in two months."
"Two months," Alaric whispered back.
Julisn watched Alaric mount his horse. The Duke's hands were clenched so hard on his reins that the leather groaned under the pressure, looking as though they might snap at any second, even as he tried to remain cool.
His knuckles were white, his jaw set in a line of pure agony.
Zane got on his horse and gave a somber nod, his eyes promising a vigilance that his playful words never could.
"Since the goodbyes are done," Elian began. "I believe it's time to continue on our journey, Saint."
He had not interrupted them, just so there would be no hard feelings.
Julian nodded and got into the carriage with Lucius, still watching his father from his arms.
