The attack on the carriage had not matched Narfor's usual methods. It lacked the precision, the singular focus. None of his previous attacks had involved such a large group like the one from two nights ago.
That inconsistency alone had bothered him. And just as his thoughts had begun to spiral once more, word arrived from his scouts, reports of similar attacks that had occurred within the eastern region. Travelers, merchants, even noble entourages had been targeted by rebels.
Had they somehow crossed into Amris?
The rebels in question were not driven by any righteous agenda. They had no true cause. Their aim was simple and destructive: to undermine the king's authority and seize power through chaos and fear.
Much had transpired while Circe lay unconscious.
