We All Have Our Fears 2

Eunid first went to his room, swiftly changing into a fresh set of clothes. He took a moment to compose himself before setting off down the long halls that led to his father's chambers. The usual emptiness and pleasant scents of the corridors were replaced by a tense atmosphere. Men in armor lined either side, their faces etched with fatigue and stern expressions. These were commanders within the family, each bearing the family insignia on their chests.

Their armor, still marred with dried blood from the battlefield, had seen better days.

Some had broken pieces here and there, while others bore fresh cuts on their bodies. One man stood with a heavily bandaged hand, his eyes dark and weary.

Eunid noticed this, understanding the unspoken message: these men could have sought healing from the clerics employed by the family, but they chose to present themselves battered and bruised within the family head's home.