The Ambrose carriage rumbled over the cobblestone streets toward the palace. Grim sat opposite Chen Xing, both men dressed in formal attire befitting the solemn occasion.
"You'll act as my servant for the trial," Grim instructed, his voice low despite the privacy of the closed carriage. "Servants are allowed in for this proceeding, as are noble family members and upper families of the Empire."
Chen Xing nodded. "I understand. A trial for treason is a rare and serious affair."
Grim studied his friend for a moment, a hint of amusement flickering in his otherwise composed expression. "Tell me, how did you manage to create five years' worth of documents in a single night?"
A smile appread on his face as he tapped the side of his head. "Always plan five moves ahead."
"And the elven script? The imperial seals?"
