“Why?”

“I don’t know. Grief does strange things to people, and everyone copes differently. I won’t pass judgment on her for it. But it devastated Darling. After the funeral, we came back here to his room. His mother wouldn’t even look at him. She retired to her chambers with Drake and Lise, and Darling wasn’t allowed near them.”

He jerked his chin toward the desk. “Darling sat there looking shell-shocked for hours. He didn’t speak. He didn’t cry. Just stared at nothing, except the floor, while I sat on the bed, waiting for him to say something. Ryn was the one who finally came to check on him. He told Darling that he couldn’t stay, but that if he needed anything at all to call him.”

Zarya tried to make sense of that. “Ryn abandoned him, too?”

“In his defense, there wasn’t much Ryn could do. Both Arturo and Natale hated him. Natale had driven him out not long before Drux died. And at the funeral, Arturo made it abundantly clear that Ryn would never be welcomed here in any capacity. But Ryn tried to keep in touch with Darling. Three days after the funeral, Drake and Lise were allowed to return to school. Arturo withdrew Darling and kept him here.”

“Why?”

“The Grand Counsel isn’t a blood position. It’s anyone the governor appoints. As the future governor, Darling could have chosen another.”

She’d never heard that before, and it didn’t make sense that Darling would live under his uncle’s vicious rule if he didn’t have to. “Why didn’t Darling choose someone else?”

“It’s not quite as simple as it sounds. First, the replacement has to agree to it and show cause as to why he would be a better counselor than the one picked by the former governor. And Darling had to be sixteen to make the declaration.”

“Was that the only way?”

Maris nodded. “It was why Arturo wanted to keep Darling close by so that he could watch him. And I’m sure it’s why he didn’t tolerate Ryn’s presence here. He knew how close Darling and Ryn were.” He motioned her to follow him again. He went down the hallway, back toward the main part of the palace.

They turned a corner into a smaller corridor that was far less ornate.

Maris stopped at the first door on the right. “Three weeks after Darling turned fifteen, this became his room.” He opened the door and stepped back for her to see it.

Horrified, Zarya covered her mouth with her hand at the tiny room that had no windows. It was completely empty except for a single blanket on the floor and a flat pillow.

Maris jerked his chin to the door across the hall. “That’s his bathroom and dressing chamber. Every night, he had to go in there, get ready for bed and remove all of his clothes. Then naked, he’d come here so that his guards could cavity search him.”

Her stomach heaved. “Why?”

“Darling kept running away from home. Arturo wanted them to make sure he didn’t have anything he could use to escape or to call anyone with. Once he was searched, and they were never gentle about it, he’d be locked in here until morning.”