He was older than either of the princes, and larger, though well enough away from royal blood in his veins that the expression he wore was one caught between duty and deference, despite the fact that he outranked both princes in this environment. Kherin merely looked at him from his seat on his brother’s bed as he paused just inside the sickroom door, and met the man’s eyes without offering a greeting, let alone a salute. Gresham had apparently been elected spokesperson when it came to taking issue with the youngest prince. Adrien, however, remained oblivious to his presence. Although it was nearing the end of his second day without a debilitating seizure, Willum refused to discount the dangers of exhaustion, and so his treatments continued accordingly. Adrien’s sleep may be as much drugged at it was natural, but Kherin wouldn’t argue it wasn’t necessary. Not this time. It was the only matter he hadn’t argued against, however. “The Defenders are creating quite a commotion in the camp,”
