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The emperor had summoned him. A private audience.
Pride filled Karryl’s chest as he strode along the corridor heading for the Imperial War room. He’d never been summoned personally. He’d only seen the emperor as part of a group under Tarrick’s command. He’d be surprised if Daaynal had even known his name before the fight in the courtyard with the R’Zaa, so it was a sign of his growing standing in the court. First Daaynal had publicly declared him a kinsman and now this?
He entered the war room to find it empty. Face set in implacable lines, he scanned the large room, taking in the massive holo-table and the arching windows that gave a view of blue skies overhead. They didn’t show the real sky. Buried beneath the palace, the war room was an impenetrable bunker the emperor could direct
