"How did all of this happen?" Andre demanded as he strode alongside one of the guards, his tone sharp with frustration. The guard, struggling to keep up with the prince's brisk pace, recounted the events.
"The birds, Your Highness, they came out of nowhere," He explained. "They attacked the guards outside, then vanished just as quickly. It was nothing we'd ever seen before."
"Mmm." Andre made a noncommittal sound, his thoughts elsewhere as they neared the scene of the attack.
Outside, the courtyard was littered with feathers. Servants hurried to clear them away, while a few healers tended to the injured guards. Andre bent down, picking up one of the feathers. It was dark and glossy, almost unnaturally so. He held it up to the Fae light since it was night, scrutinizing it closely.
"Were there any casualties?" he asked.
