An exiled prince, A tyrant father.

Sylas

The moment the golden door closed behind Ryn, the tension in the room grew.

He could still hear the last of Ryn's shouts echoing in the stone halls as the guards dragged him away.

And Sylas? Sylas was burning with anger. He had been at the arena, watching everything.

He had wanted to go to the mountain to find Ryn after the Emperor dismissed the search, and then he saw the light—Ryn riding a dragon everyone thought had disappeared for years.

And just as he had expected, his father, the Emperor, had something against it because it challenged his power.

When he had joined Veyr and Kael in the arena, he only had one purpose for coming to the palace.

To get Ryn back.

"Prince Thane, you are late. I had expected you to come sooner," the Emperor said tightly.

The prince bowed, and when he raised his head, he smiled at the Emperor. "I was held up. Seems the world is spinning faster than we thought," he joked.