"King Atticus has yet to arrive?" a booming voice asked. He was met with the response of the sound of silverware against fine china; no one dared to reply.
"Father, it seems like the head maid has been left at the borders and is slowly making her way back to the palace," a young lady said. Her back was pin-drop straight and her expression was cold, emotionless.
"Are you sure, Leonora?" King Cyrus asked with a frown.
The lady merely nodded, which was all the sign King Cyrus needed from his daughter. Princess Leonora was the leader of the knights and guarded the borders. Her words were some of the most dependable ones in this palace, especially when it came to important state affairs.
He then set his sights upon his eldest son. "Alistair? What is the meaning of this?"
"Father, I didn't know―"
