Ryker walked through the hallways of the Pellan Palace, passing countless paintings of the royal family and the kingdom’’s history. He tried to ignore the fact that the Westerwyn family had disappeared from the paintings.
That was a problem for another day. Right now he had to make it through the parliamentary meeting the king had called upon.
He passed the closed doors of the throne room, his breathing getting harder as his chest tightened. All Ryker could think of was his father’s corpse lying on the cold, marble floor. It was only after he had completely passed the doors that Ryker realized he was holding his breath.
He was annoyed with himself for letting such emotions out but was glad there was no one around to see his little breakdown.
Ryker sighed as he thought to himself, So much is going on these days. I need to learn how to get a hold of my emotions before I make a grave mistake.