The next morning, Magnus carefully penned a message for Rienna, sealing it with his personal insignia before handing it to Tobias, his most trusted attendant.
Tobias, ever diligent and respectful, took the message with a slight bow, awaiting further instructions. Magnus stood up from his ornate chair, his expression calm yet carrying the weight of the decisions he had to make.
"Inform Alora that I won't be here until the afternoon," Magnus instructed, his voice firm but measured, as he straightened his attire, preparing for the day ahead.
Tobias, always eager to serve, couldn't help but ask, his tone filled with humility, "Where is His Highness heading to?"
Magnus paused for a moment, his gaze distant as if contemplating his next move. "I'm going to see Damien," he finally responded, the name hanging in the air like a dark cloud. "He hasn't been executed yet. The day of execution has been set for tomorrow," Magnus added.
