The palace was cold.
The throne room was full of the king and below his throne were his ministers and advisors, their faces pale, their eyes fixed on the bridge blueprints spread across the room and the dead stones. King Alistair sat at the head of the table, his crown askew, his shirt open at the collar, his hair loose around his face he always looked like he dressed in the dark.
Kaelen stood across from him, Lysander at his side.
"The architect," the king said. His voice was flat, but it gained the attention of those around. "Lord Harrow. Head of the Royal College of Architecture for twenty three years. He signed off on every inspection, every report, every budget. He approved the repairs that were never made, the reinforcements that were never installed, the safety measures that were never funded."
Kaelen's jaw tightened the though that humans will always be the same made him feel angry.
