The office door clicked shut, and Elias was left alone in the dimly lit room, his thoughts racing. Prince Aedric and Lady Selene... here? The very idea seemed surreal. For ten years, they had been distant figures in his life—individuals he had only heard about through secondhand reports. And now, they were at the temple, mere steps away from him.
His hands itched to do something, to act, to see them. Yet Fenrir's order rang in his ears, heavy and final. Stay here.
Elias paced the room, his magic still veiling his face even though there was no one around to see him. He couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he should be there, standing in the hall to greet them, to see with his own eyes how they had changed. Did they still remember him? Did they still think of him?