They moved upstairs to the main hall, Alistair helping Teagan navigate the narrow stone steps. They found Eamon sitting in a chair by the fireplace, nursing a goblet of wine.
Maric walked towards his former brother in law, stopping before the chair, "Eamon?" He said calmly.
Eamon looked up, surprised to see the long thought dead king, "Maric? We thought you were dead."
"Well, I'm not. You have some explaining to do."
Eamon swallowed hard, "About what?"
"Why you left Teagan to die in the cells. Also why you abandoned my son," Maric yanked Eamon to his feet, by his collar, "Get up, I don't want Alistair to hear this," He dragged the man to his study, slamming the door behind him.
Maric stood before Eamon, his height and presence making him cower, "Why did you abandon my son? I trusted
