Jaden slowed down at the staircase in front of the palace, eyes searching for one of the stablehands. One of them appeared from the barracks nearby and when the man noticed Jaden, he ran toward him quickly, bowing low.
“My apologies, sire.” He murmured. “Do you need your horse?”
“Yes,” Jaden said impatiently. “Have Princess Isabelle and her Guardian passed by here?”
“Yes, about an hour ago.”
“Why were they allowed out?” Jaden barked and the man flinched.
“I believe they had written permission from the Commander, sire,” the servant said nervously, stealing a glance at him, then looking back at the stables. “Sire, should I…?”
“Saddle my horse! Quickly!” Jaden urged him, and the man rushed back into the stable. Jaden paced around as he waited, hand caressing the hilt of his sword in a p
