"Your Imperial Highness!" A man wrapped in a dark cloak entered the room through the window.
Soren had been preparing to attend dinner with the Emperor and the Empress. They had also invited Zayden and his son, whom they had been eager to meet for quite some time. Their schedules had never aligned, and Zayden always found excuses not to bring the child, insisting he was too young to see how the palace worked.
"What is it?" The red-haired young man turned as the servants continued buttoning his dark shirt embroidered with silver thread.
The man remained silent, sensing the many eyes fixed on him.
Soren sighed and dismissed the servants.
They bowed respectfully before leaving the room.
"Speak now."
It wasn't the kind of tone Soren usually used with his attendants.
