"Your Highness!" Glain shouted, panting as he rushed through the hallway.
Guards gathered around, desperately trying to stop the strange man from entering the royal palace, but it was in vain. This man was like a savage beast whose leash had been loosened.
"You can't enter!"
"I need to see His Highness!"
"Have you seen the time?! You can't enter!"
Glain glared at the men surrounding him.
I should have used a magic spell to enter the palace!
He regretted his decision. His mind had gone blank—he needed only one thing: to meet the grand duke as soon as possible and deliver his message.
"What is the ruckus?" Cynthia stepped out of her bedchamber, looking around.
"It seems there's an intruder, Your Highness," one of the guards stationed by her bedroom entrance said.
Cynthia tilted her head, wondering who it might be.
Could it be… Duke Dorian? Or Duke Ramsel? Did an assassin get caught?
