“Your Majesty! Your Majesty, are you alright?”
Yulien raised his head to look at Vyn, towering above him with a worried expression. Wiping the blood from his mouth, Yulien accepted his hand and allowed him to pull him to his feet. His eyes scanned the room, stopping at each body that lay on the ground. To his relief, he saw more figures dressed in black than imperial soldiers, but there were at least a dozen of his men lying in pools of their own blood.
He had expected an attack, but not like this. Not on the Imperial Palace, not on his person. So far, Emer had been trying to ruin his reputation in order to take him down, and from what Raena had said, he was trying to paint himself the savior. Killing the Emperor directly wouldn’t work in his favor. Yet he sent assassins after him.
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