Yin's POV
There was a knock at the door before it opened and a guard entered the study without waiting for me to usher him in, which means something's wrong.
"My lord, a letter arrived for you." He said in between catching his breath and relaying whatever he wanted to say.
I wave a hand, a way of telling him that i had no time. "Leave it, I'm very busy, come back later."
"It's marked urgent, from—"
"I said leave it." I shot him a glare which was enough to have him practically fleeing from the room. Smart man, he knew better than to wait a second longer.
I stared at the sealed envelope on my desk like it might bite me. Urgent letters are never good news. They're death notices or declarations of war, sometimes both.
"Ervin!" I call out. He appears within moments, because that's what Ervin does—materializes when needed, silent as a ghost. "My lord?"
"Read this." I toss him the letter. "The guard said it's urgent."
