Forsaking the Crown

Vane Silas Adler's Pov:

I shoved the heavy oak doors of my grandfather’s study open without knocking, the hinges protesting as if even the room knew I was coming for war. I needed to get to the bottom of this. Needed to get the truth out. He sat there in his leather chair, back straight as a sword, pipe smoke curling lazily in the air—though he didn’t even smoke. He just kept the thing in his hand