Third Person POV
The palace courtyard was unusually quiet that morning.
The smell of iron still lingered faintly in the air from the bloodshed the night before.
Servants moved carefully across the stone paths, whispering among themselves.
Guards stood more alert than usual, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords.
Everyone in the palace had heard about the assassins.
Everyone knew they had come for Daniel.
Inside the training courtyard, Arthur stood looking at a small metal object in his hand.
It was the emblem taken from one of the assassins.
The emblem was shaped like a silver hawk with its wings spread wide. It looked ordinary at first glance, but Arthur’s sharp eyes saw the details others would miss.
“This is not a foreign symbol.”
“It must belong to a noble house
