15
Cade
I was at a tavern in the White City, talking to the owner about cooking meals for the refugees, for a price, of course, when Douve, a castle guard, found me.
“My king.” He bowed his head low. “King Vasant is at the White Palace.”
“What?” I barked. I had received a report that Vasant had crossed the border, but according to him, they were just taking a shortcut to the Dusk Court, where Vasant had something important to do.
So had he lied, or decided to make a short visit while here? More than that, was he stupid? He knew I didn’t like him, like most of the other kings and queens. Thirty years ago, Vasant had started the civil war that ravaged the Spring Court, and after fifteen years of fighting, he had killed his older brother, the actual king, and his entire family, and then
