Two days had passed since the incident.
Whether it was out of respect for his position as the "advisor" of the archduke or because of Darius' silent threats, no one dared to approach Xion anymore.
Even baby Noxian had only babbled a few random things before dashing back into the ox cart, leaving Xion alone to glare at the carriage he had been traveling in.
That was still fine. At least he had hope of being free.
Then, they stopped to set up tents in the middle of nowhere, yet he still wasn't allowed to be far from the archduke!
If not for the sake of his image, Xion would have flopped onto the ground and thrown a full tantrum.
He really was not asking for much, just a little time with his baby brother!
But apparently, fate had decided to gift him something else entirely. And that package also included weird stares, all the while the suffocating silence around him continued.
