Daniel's POV
I should have known something was wrong the moment Arthur summoned me at dawn.
His guard knocked on my door so hard the frame rattled, jolting me awake before the sun had even climbed over the palace walls. I hurried outside, half-dressed, and my hair was looking damp, still pretending to be the male servant everyone thought I was.
“His Highness requests your presence,” the guard said.
Requests….?
More Like demand.
I followed him through the silent hallways until we reached the stables. And that’s when I saw Arthur—he had already mounted on a massive dark warhorse, his armor looked half-fastened, bow slung across his back, eyes glowing with something I couldn’t read.
Then he said the words that froze my lungs.
“You’re coming with me to the hunt, Daniel.”
For a moment,
