Edward had been in his study, doing nothing even as the hours passed and the whole estate had retired for the night, when Roland barged into the study, his face tense and sweat gleaming in his forehead.
"Y-Your Grace!"
"Roland?" Now Edward was on his feet, sensing the tension on the man's face. "What's wrong? Is everything-"
"There is no time to explain!"
The words died down midway in his mouth the moment he heard a second voice, unable to believe he was hearing that now. Perhaps he was starting to hear things, but when the second figured emerged, or more like stormed in, Edward was dumbstruck.
What the hell was going on?
Clad in her armor from head to toe, Isadora looked like she had sprinted all the way here in a hurry, her face a sheer mask of determination and worry. "We have to go to the Palace, now!"
