Caldren was the first from the carriage once they arrived at the castle, ignoring the servants that greeted him as he stormed down the halls and towards the throne room. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he flung open the grand doors and stepped inside. The king sat on the throne, the seat beside him vacant of the queen. Standing before him, Caldren bowed. "My King, I returned as soon as I heard. Is there any news on the status of her Highness Ray'ven?" He questioned.
Ja'ule tapped his fingers against the armrest of his chair calmly, though those cold calculating eyes held other intentions. He hadn't told Caldren to leave his post. In fact, it was only to inform him of the current situation. There had been other savages patrolling the border, which Caldren should've been taking care of.
