As soon as the doors closed behind him, Conradin's expression twisted. Rage crept into his eyes, his jaw clenched tight, and his fists closed until his knuckles turned white. He said nothing as he marched down the corridor, the sisters following close behind. The fury in his gaze was bare to anyone notice it, as if he might strike the next man who looked at him the wrong way.
Only when they stepped outside the palace gates, far from the eyes of the guards, did he finally let it out. He slammed his fist against the stone wall with a dull thud.
"Those bastards!" he hissed. "I marched through those cursed forests, day and night, risked my life for them, and that's how they welcome me?"
The sisters remained silent, their heads lowered, careful not to draw attention. They walked a few steps behind him, listening as his quiet curses filled the space between their footsteps.
