SEASON II - Heir Apparent

Evermore Vslag, The Prince Heir, sat in his father's office. The fire crackled at some fresh wood a butler had added before excusing himself. The Emperor wasn't in. He'd summoned his son hours ago and left him waiting. The sun was already at it's highest peak in the sky, filling up every window and skylight that allowed it to pass through.

As time went on, no maids or valets dropped in to check on their Prince. It was beginning to unsettle Evermore. He had to leave Silver's body behind, and Evermore knew in his heart it would be gone when he returned. The Presentation Room was probably being cleaned as he sat in the same chair - for hours.

"Pardon me, I wasn't aware that the room was occupied." An older gentleman bowed and prepared to exit.

"Lord Godrun!" Evermore stood, turning to meet the greatest advisor in all the empire. "What are you doing in here?"