They reached the inner hall. Two royal guards stood before the doors of the Emperor's study.
Alaric stopped a few paces away. "Where is the Emperor?"
The first guard bowed stiffly. "Inside, General. He is expecting you."
"And the Architect?"
"The Architect has been captured. His Majesty has already seen to him." the man said evenly.
Already?
That single word struck something deep in Alaric's gut. The war had barely ended, how could they have already caught the Architect?
He exchanged a look with Carlden, who subtly shook his head.
Still, Alaric stepped forward and the guards opened the doors.
The Emperor's study was bathed in sunlight. Every surface gleamed and at the center of the room, behind his grand desk, Arin was seated.
He rose the instant Alaric entered, spreading his arms wide in welcome.
"Alaric!" he exclaimed. "My friend! I'm glad you're here."
Something twisted inside Alaric's chest. That tone was too cheerful, it didn't belong in the aftermath of battle.
