Daniel’s POV
Two royal guards appeared at my quarters, their armor shining bright, their faces unreadable. One of them spoke only four words:
“The King awaits you.”
My hands went cold. Another summon and this time, from the King himself, Arthur's Father. This is going to be worse than I imagined.
I knew, before I even took my first step behind them, that the Queen was behind this. She must have complained about me to his highness.
The walk to the Grand Chamber felt longer than usual. Every corridor seemed to stretch. Every torch burned too bright. Servants avoided my eyes, bowing too quickly, as if afraid my misfortune might brush against them.
When the doors opened, my breath caught.
Everyone was there, including the Prince.
The King sat on the high throne, looked broad and imposi
