Chương 82: Homecoming

Drake was the youngest of the royal children, and also the best looking out of all his brothers. Silver eyes narrowing into a playful smile, the prince shook his head at Syryn like he had caught a child sneaking his hand into the forbidden biscuit jar.

"-and it's time we got the festival started. The citizens are all waiting for your arrival." The emperor was done socialising with his courtiers. With his dismissal, people began to soon trickle out one by one. Syryn looked at the Night king one last time after turning away from Drake. The alchemist caught sight of the tail end of his cloak as the man swept out of the court like his heels were on fire.

"Sebastian," Syryn whispered to the mage quite urgently. "Drake recognised me. I have to go speak with him."

"Where is he?"

"Waiting for me," Syryn answered. He looked at the prince standing near a pillar and looking pointedly in his direction. "I think he wants an explanation."