Half a day ago.
Time was close to the evening.
"Aldrich, are you ready?"
The sun was setting like a gauze that was dyed in bloody red, caped over the silent palace. The palace was like an ice mountain, filled with the smell of death, a dark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the streets opposite the palace.
The rumors had worsened and the local officials and people gathered outside the palace, demanding to see His Majesty. Even the military all over Fereldan couldn’t resist holding back and many high ranked officers secretly returned to the City of Snow, and presented confidential letters to see the King.
At this moment, Aldrich and a bishop in purple robe were standing in the palace. They saw the chaos happening outside the window but they bore a cool demeanor like a frozen pond.
"Bishop Victor." Aldrich turned, "I have been preparing for this moment all my life."
The bishop silently nodded.
