Inside King Alexander’s palace, everything was peaceful.
Too peaceful.
The palace was usually filled with the sounds of servants moving through the enormous halls, guards changing shifts, nobles coming and going, and the distant voices of demons attending to their duties.
But inside one of the private chambers, Seraphina couldn’t stay still.
She paced across the room.
Back and forth.
Then back again.
Her arms were folded across her chest, her brows drawn together as her mind raced.
She stopped near the window.
Stared outside.
Then turned around and began pacing again.
She had been doing that for nearly an hour.
And she didn’t even realize someone had been watching her.
King Alexander stood at the entrance of the room, his eyes fixed on his daughter.
His daughter.
His only ch
