Arthur de la Morvayn sat in his chambers, staring out the window at the castle gardens below. He had just finished a long training session with Randyll Wythers, and he was feeling exhausted but exhilarated.
Just as he was starting to relax, there was a knock at the door. It was one of the castle guards.
"My lord, you have a visitor," the guard said, bowing low.
Arthur raised an eyebrow, curious.
"Who is it?" he asked.
The guard hesitated, looking nervous.
"It's Prince Jerrold, my lord," he said. "He's asked to speak with you privately."
Arthur's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. What could Jerrold want to talk to him about?
He nodded, gesturing for the guard to show Jerrold in.
Jerrold entered the room, a smile on his face. But Arthur could see the tension in his eyes, the hint of something darker lurking beneath the surface.
"Arthur, my brother," Jerrold said, bowing low. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."
Arthur shook his head, gesturing for Jerrold to take a seat.
"Not at all, Jerrold," he said. "What brings you to my chambers?"
Jerrold leaned forward, his eyes glinting with intensity.
"I've come to warn you, Arthur," he said, his voice low and urgent. "There are those in the castle who do not have your best interests at heart."
Arthur's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities.
"Who are you talking about?" he asked.
Jerrold hesitated, looking around the room nervously.
"I'm not sure I should say," he said. "But I will tell you this: be careful around Randyll Wythers. He's not what he seems."
Arthur's eyes widened in surprise. Randyll? He couldn't believe it.
"Why are you telling me this?" he asked, his voice cold.
Jerrold shrugged, a sly smile spreading across his face.
"Let's just say I'm looking out for your best interests, brother," he said.
Arthur's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. What was Jerrold's game? Was he trying to drive a wedge between Arthur and Randyll?
He stood up, his eyes locked on Jerrold's.
"I appreciate your concern, Jerrold," he said, his voice cold. "But I think I can take care of myself."
Jerrold's smile faltered, and for a moment, Arthur saw a flash of something darker in his eyes.
"Very well, brother," Jerrold said, standing up. "But don't say I didn't warn you."
And with that, he turned and left, leaving Arthur feeling confused and uneasy.
What was Jerrold's game? And what did he have against Randyll Wythers?
Arthur's mind was racing with questions, but he knew one thing for sure: he couldn't trust Jerrold.
And he couldn't shake the feeling that Jerrold's warning was just the beginning of something much bigger, something that would change the course of his life forever.