[Meanwhile, at Kyren's chamber…]
"I said, get out!" The Grand Duke's wrathful yell echoed through the chamber, accompanied by the sound of another item shattering.
The hurried steps of the knights' leather boots gathering at the bedroom's threshold signalled their withdrawal. Solemn and worried expressions lined their faces. As they returned to the living area of the chamber, the door creaked open, and Eric strode in.
The knights immediately turned to him.
"How was it?" Eric asked. "Is he still refusing to eat?"
The knights nodded gravely.
"He threw everything to the floor, Sir Navin," Drystan said with a sigh. "No matter how we urged him, he won't budge. This has been our third attempt."
Eric clamped his mouth shut, his countenance brooding. The second-in-command knight had left for the night after interrogating Kiev because his second son, Evan, had a fever.
"How's Evan?" Luke asked Eric about his son's condition.
