I was sound asleep when I had loud bangs on my door, I jolted up, and I could sense dread looming.
Something was wrong.
I opened the door and met Drius with a down countenance, I studied his face over those short seconds. He was saddened, but definitely not someone had killed Theo level of sad, and I knew what to expect.
'It has to be the palace or Markus?'
"What is it Drius?" I inquired.
The man coughed, "The palace was attacked last night, soon after we left, and his royal majesty Alphonse Wilhestein is dead, the palace went down with him, with a number of workers."
I was unshaken by the message, but I nodded, acknowledging it, and Drius left.
'The explosion did happen again. The lady, she must have been responsible.' I thought, my hand on my head as I racked my brain.
'Is she of the alliance? Do they want anarchy? Who would rule now?'
