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I followed the guard through the dark corridor, and it didn’t take long to realize we weren’t heading to the King’s Quarters or the Iron Room. He walked so briskly that I nearly had to run to keep up with him.
“W-where are we going?” I asked, breathless.
“You will find out when we arrive,” he replied vaguely.
We continued in silence for several minutes until we stopped at a plain, windowless wall. The guard opened a door. A rush of cool, humid air swept in, prickling my skin. I shivered and wrapped my arms tightly around my shoulders. He could’ve at least let me grab a robe.
“His Majesty wishes to speak with you in the garden,” the guard said. “For security reasons.”
My brows drew together.
Security reasons? Did he think we might be eavesdropped on?
Still, I followed h
