The sky over the Mors Dukedom had begun to shift into silver and bruised purple hues by the time Richmond arrived. His ship was black with golden emblems bearing the seal of a different royal crest.
Riezekiel had been overlooking reports from the northern borders when the notification pinged on his console. He didn't move immediately. He just stared at the screen, lips pursed, eyes sharp.
Richmond's arrival wasn't unexpected, but the timing was... peculiar. After all, it had been months since his twin had last set foot in the ruined stronghold. Riezekiel stood slowly, letting the datapad fall to the table, then turned toward the doors just as they slid open with a soft hiss.
