Capítulo 229: Mother's Vigil

Lucian gave Amarok's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "He'll be okay," he said softly, though the flicker of doubt in his eyes didn't go unnoticed.

Amarok pulled back, his worried gaze drifting once more to Kaelix's back as he carried Eirik inside. "I hope so," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

The three of them fell into step behind the group, Amarok sticking close to his lovers. His young face, usually bright with enthusiasm, was etched with a worry that seemed too heavy for his years.

Meanwhile, Drystan lingered in the courtyard, his presence almost forgotten in the rush of emotions that surrounded Eirik's return. The wind tugged at his cloak as he stood unmoving, his green eyes fixed on the palace doors that had closed behind the procession.