"Knight Kalver, His Majesty summons you." Came a familiar,
The moment Weylyn stepped out of the department of palace crime and punishment, Imperial aide Carl already stood outside awaiting her.
As always, he stood in a rigid manner, his expression stern and his dark blue robes a size larger than he was, yet he somehow made it work to create that visage of the Emperor's most trusted aide.
"Now, I mean." Imperial aide Carl added when Weylyn did not respond immediately, amongst other things, Imperial aide Carl never tolerated anything that seemed even remotely like a disregard of Imperial authority.
Weylyn and imperial aide Carl never did get along and she knew it was because he disapproved of her actions towards the Emperor even before Ronan's passing.
A small frown settled over Weylyn's face, she had no plans to grace the Emperor's presence anytime soon, she did not even wish to set eyes on him.
