Rowan stood outside the courtyard with guards surrounding him, and for some reason he had been brought out there on the king's orders.
It was only when he saw Alaric approaching, not in his usual magnificent royal robe but instead in trousers with his chest exposed, that Rowan finally understood what this was about, and a faint smirk found its way to his lips as he realized Alaric had taken the bait.
"You finally decided to see it for yourself," Rowan mused in amusement, though his gaze darkened the moment Alaric came closer.
A sword was handed to the king, and another was given to Rowan as well, while Alaric said nothing as he fixed his cold gaze on his younger brother.
"Under no circumstances are you to interfere in this fight," he ordered the guards, who immediately nodded in understanding before stepping back toward the pillars and standing like statues.
Alaric then turned fully to face Rowan, who looked back at him with a blank expression.
