The summons came at dawn.
An official crest sealed the message: By order of His Majesty, King Alden Valcour, all noble houses are required to present representatives for an urgent court assembly.
Lucien tapped the scroll against his palm, jaw tightening. "They move faster than expected."
Rowan leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Do you think it's about the border attack?"
"No," Lucien said grimly. "It's about us."
At the Royal Court
By midday, the throne hall buzzed with tension. Lords and ministers crowded in, whispering behind embroidered sleeves, speculating on the real reason behind the sudden assembly. Every house had sent someone, except Lord Cedric Vane, who was notably absent.
At the foot of the dais, King Alden sat tall and cold, his gaze sweeping the crowd like a blade.
