Derick walked into the king's study with a letter in his hands, his whole body tense and rigid. His steps were quick, controlled, but the urgency in them could not be hidden. The usually calm atmosphere of the king's study shifted immediately; even the air seemed to tighten.
"Your Majesty, this letter came in just now. It needs your immediate attention." Derick said, his voice low but firm.
Alexander lifted his gaze slowly from the documents he was working on. One look at Derick's expression made the king's face darken. He took the letter without a word and tore it open, his eyes scanning the contents sharply. With every passing second, the muscles in his jaw tightened.
Arthur, who had been noting down reports at a nearby desk, watched the king's reaction and felt a cold shiver crawl down his spine. Something was wrong—terribly wrong.
