A few hours later, Arik was alone in his suite in the small palace Wrohan had prepared for the delegation corps.
He had showered and changed into a collarless cream shirt and soft brown trousers. His black hair had been swept back, still faintly damp at the temples, and the only jewelry on him was a silver watch at his wrist.
Mezos had returned to his duties.
Noah had gone with him, though not before making two more comments about Aunt Mirelle that had earned him a warning look from Mezos and a promise from Arik that he would not be rescued if Liam decided to introduce him as punishment.
Rex had disappeared as well, already summoned by duty, paperwork, or George failing to perform even the basic theatrical gestures of governance.
And Liam had left the moment the lift doors opened.
He had not looked back.
Arik turned another page.
