"Do you suspect him, my Emperor?" Vyrelen asked.
Tharros let out a heavy sigh, his gaze still fixed on Nyxoria's pale face. "I can't say for sure," he admitted, his voice low. "But there's something about him that doesn't sit right with me. You should've seen his face when I claimed Nyxoria as my bride. He didn't look the least bit pleased, and that… that gave me reason to doubt him." Tharros leaned back slightly, his fingers absentmindedly tracing a pattern on the edge of the blanket. "I was watching him the whole time." He added.
Vyrelen nodded thoughtfully. "I'll look into him too," he said, pushing off from the doorframe and made to leave but stopped, glancing over his shoulder. "I just really hope that after all the effort and risk I am about to put, that your bride should really be innocent, my Emperor." His words hung in the air for a moment before he gave a slight bow and disappeared through the door, leaving Tharros alone with his thoughts.
