[NOUR]
He just sat there.
No words.
No reaction.
Just plain old Prince Cassius Nouran Burda, unsure of what he needed to do.
Silence was all that was left with him in there. Not even the slow, ragged breaths he was making. Not even the way the wind was harshly telling the people of Acrod the one thing that they had never been ready for, ever.
The sun was not even high up in the sky anymore.
It was going down… fast.
A storm was already brewing outside, but none could ever explain or even come close to what Nour was feeling.
Which was nothing.
It was all empty.
His head, once filled with thoughts and questions, had gone silent. His eyes held nothing at all. The only difference between him and his father at the moment was that the king was dead, and the prince remained.
The father was gone, and the son was left to grapple with the reality of the one thing his father had never prepared him for. The werewolf king had prepared young Cassius for everything known to power.
