Adrian's POV
The King did not summon twice. You either moved the first time, or you were already too late.
I didn't need to look at the door to know this wasn't a routine call.
"Enter."
The man who stepped inside wasn't one of the regular servants, but instead my father's personal guard, Darian.
"Prince Adrian."
I didn't respond to the greeting. "Speak, Darian."
"The King requests your presence immediately."
"For what reason?"
Darian hesitated for the briefest second, choosing his words carefully. He understood exactly where he stood and how little room there was to misstep.
"The disturbance," he said. "And your involvement in it."
Of course it wasn't Selene or the court. But me.
I scoffed just from thinking how this was being framed.
"Wait outside,
