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~Fridolf's POV
I had barely closed the door behind me after leaving Lisa alone when a soft knock echoed through the hall.
"Your Highness?" The voice of one of the maids called.
"Yes?" I answered, my voice sharp but tired.
"There's… a guard outside the palace gate," she said cautiously. "He asked for you personally. His name is Carlos. He said you should be informed immediately and… and he wants to bring something to your chamber."
I arched an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "Carlos, you say? Very well. Instruct him to enter and bring it here. I will receive him myself."
A few minutes later, the tall, broad-shouldered figure of Carlos stepped into the room. He moved with the precision of a soldier who had been trained for years, each step measured and quiet. When he reached the center of the chamber, he bowed deeply, the leather of his armor creaking slightly as he straightened.
