Barely had they stepped outside of Faymere when the peacekeepers arrived.
"Lord Xion?" one of them said, stepping forward. "We have evidence suggesting you deliberately spread the purple plague. You'll need to come with us for investigation."
Xion blinked, stunned. For a moment, he could only stare. But he still followed behind them without a word.
His thoughts drifted back to that morning when Serena packed her bag with only the lightest of clothing. He'd teased her then, urging her to carry something warmer.
But now… it clicked into place. She must have known.
No wonder she refused to carry weight when it was pointless.
Xion snorted under his breath, adjusting the strap of his satchel as they walked. So much for loyalty.
"We apologize, my lord," one of the peacekeepers whispered, leaning in.
Xion barely resisted the urge to shove him back.
Why did they all insist on whispering in his ear?
Still, he offered a tight-lipped smile while rubbing his ear. "It's alright."
