The Sentinels the mordant liquor of tears

Chaol did not participate in the argument but stayed to one side, his face a facade of stoicness, thinly concealing the anxiety, nervousness and distress that plagued his thoughts. Both sides of the argument both made sense and while Chaol wanted to inject his opinion, he stayed quiet and simply listened, feeling that having simply only been here for a short time, his thoughts did not matter yet. He hadn't even proven his loyalty yet; or earned their trust.

Perhaps later, once he'd earned their respect, Chaol would speak his mind, but for now, hearing the chocolate brown King's dismissal, the silver prince rose with his posture deferential and submissive and left, thoughts tumbling through his mind.