The intelligence variant that arrived wasn't the same that had left the castle earlier. The one who had gone to spy on the enemy and gather intelligence was back with news, and his presence was evident in his countenance. His face was creased in a frown, and he wore an air of urgency that signaled that what he had to say was not good news.
I was waiting to hear what he had to say. As soon as he approached me, I noticed the beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. "Why do you look afraid? What is it that worries you?" I asked, hoping that his response wouldn't be as grave as his expression.
