As the subordinate expertly guides us through the throng of people, I keep my eyes sharp for any unwanted attention. There are guards scattered throughout, but they're nothing more than brief obstacles. Swift, silent takedowns follow each encounter, clearing our path with brutal efficiency. We press forward.
Eventually, we find ourselves in another guest room, a luxurious one—though not quite as garish as the king's chambers. Still, it's all too much. Too much opulence, too much wealth, too much indulgence for my taste.
Inside, I spot Count Raymond, unconscious on the bed, while Felix hovers over him, his small frame barely casting a shadow.
"You're here," Felix says, glancing up as if this is all routine.
I grunt, heaving the king onto the bed beside the count. It's a satisfying thud. These two deserve much worse.
