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Adrial
Pain shot through Adrial’s leg with every step. He hadn’t slept the night before. The clatter of soldiers riding through the streets carried up to his bedroom windows. Worse than the noise was not knowing why there were so many soldiers on the move. Visions of fire eating the palace, the cathedral, the docks, had raced through Adrial’s mind all night.
Or maybe men were rioting and hauling innocents out of their homes. Or soldiers and commoners were clashing on the streets of the city they all shared.
Each possibility was as frightening as the next, and he had no way of knowing what had truly happened.
Lord Gareth’s note had almost been a relief when it arrived with his breakfast.
Taddy had gaped at the well-known script.
Come to my study at your earliest convenience.
Adri
