Hurried footsteps echoed against the fine tiled walls of the long hallway that Bernard passed through. The flag of the Henshaw Dynasty hung off the walls at regular intervals, reminding him of who he served.
"Stop. State your business." Bernard stopped before the pair of guards that stood on either side of the large and imposingly decorated double doors that led to the Royal Hall.
"I have a message for the King; let me through." Bernard stiffened his spine and stared down the two guards. Although he was technically a simply messenger, he had spent enough time around the King to have interacted with much more powerful figures than those Royal Guards. They may have been powerful, but he was not intimidated, and they knew it.
