One Week Later

"Your Highness?"

Conaan slowly opened his eyes, a small sigh escaping his lips. Eleanor was above him, lightly propped up on her elbow. She let her eyes quickly skim over his face, her hands reaching for him.

He had visibly lost a lot of weight, his eyes sunken, dark circles covering them.

She swallowed. He had spent the entire week digging in Brandon's death, and there was currently a price for any witnesses. None of his efforts had yielded any results yet, and he had grown even more frustrated, even more livid by the day.

He moved a little, his hand cupping his forehead, a wince passing...