Chapter 62: Leaving Thornvale Kingdom
Eren turned without another word, moving with such sudden purpose that several nobles stepped back in alarm. His face remained an impassive mask, but something in his eyes had changed—a cold fire that hadn’t been there moments before.
He strode toward the grand entrance, not bothering to see if anyone followed. Behind him, his companions exchanged worried glances before hurrying after him, ceremonial garments rustling as they quickened their pace.
Queen Elena caught the shift immediately. Her eyes narrowed as she watched the Veilwalker’s retreating form, maternal instinct warring with royal composure. Commander Maria leaned close, her armor creaking softly.
"Something’s wrong," Maria whispered, hand already resting on her sword hilt.
Elena nodded once, her silver hair catching the light. "Clear the hall," she commanded. "Discreetly."
Maria straightened, assuming her authoritative stance. "Honored guests," she announced, her voice carrying effortlessly across the vast chamber, "the Queen requests your presence in the eastern gardens where the ceremonial feast awaits. The Veilwalker requires a moment of solitude to commune with the elements awakened within him."
The explanation satisfied most, though several elder nobles exchanged knowing glances. The crowd began moving toward the garden paths, guided by palace guards who appeared with practiced timing.
Eren was already crossing the main courtyard, his midnight blue robes billowing around him like liquid shadows. Elena and Maria hastened after him, their footsteps nearly silent on the ancient stones.
"Veilwalker," Elena called, her voice carrying just far enough to reach his ears.
Eren paused but didn’t turn. The others in his company halted several paces behind, giving them space while remaining close enough to intervene if needed. Naia’s eyes never left her brother’s profile, her brow furrowed with concern.
"My chamber," Eren said, the words clipped and cold. "Not here."