Early the next day, Ronan went on a patrol around the palace, checking on the guards he had assigned to do some work. After he was done with the guards, he headed to the royal bar to see how their people were being attended to.
On his way back to his quarters to get set for the day's work outside the palace, one of his men approached him and handed him a letter which was sealed. He glanced at the young man and began unsealing the letter, “From which source?”
“The chief minister!” the man responded to him.
He exhaled and pulled out the paper in the envelope, “I just hope he's up to something good.” he mumbled as he scanned the paper and then let out a mischievous smile. “I knew it! What are they up to this time?”
The lycan guard bowed to Ronan, “My lord, is anything the problem?”
Ronan
